English Folk Song
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 fine green leather
Combs to buckle my hair
And a ring for every finger
Some say he’s black,*
But I say he’s bonny
The fairest of them all
My handsome, winsome Johnny.
Feather beds are soft
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To go with my love Johnny
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.
*black: dour, ungracious