I know where I'm going
I know where I'm going,
I know who's going with me,
The Lord knows who I love,
But the de'il knows who I'll marry.
I'll have stockings of silk,
Shoes of fine green leather,
Combs to buckle my hair
And a ring for every fmger.
Feather beds are soft,
Painted rooms are bonny;
But I'd leave them all
To go with my love Johnny.
Some say he's dark,
I say he's bonny,
He's the flower of them all
My handsome, coaxing Johnny.
I know where I'm going,
I know who's going with me,
The Lord knows who I love,
But the de'il knows who I'll marry.