| 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 hall in Mardyke
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| And 'tis there my love goes every night
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| And he takes a strange girl upon his knee
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| And don’t you know that this 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 that I could wash and wring
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| And if my love knew that I could weave and spin
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| I would make a suit all of the finest kind
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| But the want of money, it 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 errant rover
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| And I know he’ll travel the world all over
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| And in dear old Ireland he’ll no longer tarry
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| And an English damsel 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? |