| I know my love by his way of walking
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| And I know my love by his way of talking
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| And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
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| And if my love leaves me what will I do…
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| And still she cried: «I love him the best
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| And a troubled mind sure can know no rest»
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| And still she cried: «Bonny boys are few
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| And if my love leaves me what will I do»
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| There is a dance house in Maradyke
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| And there my true love goes every night
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| He takes a strange girl upon his knee
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| Well now don’t you think that that vexes me?
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| And still she cried: «I love him the best
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| And a troubled mind sure can know no rest»
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| And still she cried: «Bonny boys are few
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| And if my love leaves me what will I do»
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| If my love knew I can wash and wring
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| If my love knew I can sew and spin
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| I’d make a coat of the finest kind
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| But the want of money sure leaves me behind
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| And still she cried: «I love him the best
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| And a troubled mind sure can know no rest»
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| And still she cried: «Bonny boys are few
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| And if my love leaves me what will I do»
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| I know my love is an arrant rover
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| I know he’ll wander the wild world over
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| In dear old Ireland he’ll no longer tarry
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| An American girl he’s sure to marry
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| And still she cried: «I love him the best
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| And a troubled mind sure can know no rest»
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| And still she cried: «Bonny boys are few
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| And if my love leaves me what will I do»
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| And still she cried: «I love him the best
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| And a troubled mind sure can know no rest»
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| And still she cried: «Bonny boys are few
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| And if my love leaves me what will I do»
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| What will I do… |