A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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I KNOW WHERE I’M GOING
I know where I’m going,
And I know who’s going with me.
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I’ll marry.
Some say he’s dark,
Some say he’s 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 I’m going,
And I know who’s going with me.
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I’ll marry.
Traditional Irish
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