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WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC




I KNOW WHERE IM GOING

I know where Im going,
And I know whos going with me.
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who Ill marry.

Some say hes dark,
Some say hes bonny,
But the fairest of them all
Is my handsome, winsome Johnny.

I have stockings of silk,
Shoes of the finest leather,
Combs to bind my hair,
And a ring for every finger.

Feather beds are soft,
Painted rooms are bonny,
But I would leave them all
To go with my love, Johnny.

I know where Im going,
And I know whos going with me.
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who Ill marry.

Traditional Irish



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