Classic Poem

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 Mar'dyke,
And there my true love goes every night;
He takes a strange one upon his knee,
And don't you think, now, that vexes me?
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? "

If my Love knew I could wash and wring,
If my Love knew I could weave and spin,
I would make a dress all of the finest kind,
But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind.
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? "

I know my Love is an arrant rover,
I know he'll wander the wide world over,
In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry,
And an English one he is sure to marry.
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? "