I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure can know 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
And there my true love goes every night
He takes a strange girl upon his knee
Well now don`t you think that that vexes me?
If my love knew I can wash and wring
If my love knew I can sew and spin
I`d make a coat of the finest kind
But the want of money sure leaves me behind
I know my love is an arrant rover
I know he`ll wander the wild world over
In dear old Ireland he`ll no longer tarry
An American girl he`s sure to marry
What will I do?