| I know who is sick, I know who is sorry
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| I know who I’ll kiss, but the Lord knows who I’ll marry
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| Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
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| I have stockings of silk, shoes of fine green leather
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| Combs to buckle my hair and a ring for every finger
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| Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
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| Feather beds are soft, painted rooms are bonny
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| But I would trade them all for to go with my love Johnny
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| Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
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| Some say he’s dark, but I say he’s bonny
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| Fairest of them all is my handsome, winsome Johnny
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| Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
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| I know who is sick, I know who is sorry
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| I know who I’ll kiss, but the Lord knows who I’ll marry
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| Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o |