37. I Know Where I’m Going

IKNOW where I’m going,

I know who’s going with me,

I know who I love,

But the dear knows who I’ll marry.

I’ll have stockings of silk,

Shoes of fine green leather,

Combs to buckle my hair

And a ring for every finger.

Feather beds are soft,

Painted rooms are bonny;

But I’d leave them all

To go with my love Johnny.

Some say he’s dark,

I say he’s bonny,

He’s the flower of them all

My handsome, coaxing Johnny.

I know where I’m going,

I know who’s going with me,

I know who I love,

But the dear knows who I’ll marry.