I know where I'm going And I know who's going with me I know who I love And my dear knows who I'll marry. I have stockings of silk And shoes of bright green leather Combs to buckle my hair And a ring for every finger. O' feather beds are soft And painted rooms are bonnie But I would give them all For my handsome winsome Johnny. Some say that he's poor But I say that he's bonnie Fairest of them all Is my handsome winsome Johnny. |