I know my love by his way of walking, And I know my love by his way of talking And I know my love by his suit of blue And if my love leaves me, what will I do? cho: And still she cried:"I love him the best But a troubled mind, sure, can get no rest." And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few, And if my love leaves me, what will I do?" There is a dance house in Maradyke Where my true love goes every night And takes a strange one upon his knee And don't you know, now, that vexes me. I know my love is an arrant rover And he'll go roaming the wide world over In foreign parts he may chance to stray Where all the girls are so bright and gay, If my love knew I could wash and wring If my love knew I could weave and spin I'd make a dress all of the finest kind But the want of money leaves me behind.
