I KNOW MY LOVE
I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love dressed in his jersey blue
And if my love leaves me what will I do?
And still she cried I love him the best
And a tiring mind can know no rest
And still she cried, bonny boys are few
And if my love leaves me what will I do.
Theres a dance house down Mardyke
And there my true love goes every night
And he talks a strange on upon his knee
And dont you think that vexes me?
If my love knew I could wash and wring
And my love knows I could weave and spin
Id make a suit of the finest kind,
But the want of money leaves me behind.