I know where I'm goin'

I know where I'm goin'

and I know who's goin' with me

I know who I love

but the dear knows who I'll marry!

I have stockings of silk,

shoes of fine green leather

combs to buckle my hair

and a ring for every finger

Some say he's black,

but I say he's bonny,

the fairest of them all,

my handsome, winsome Johnny.

Feather beds are soft

and painted rooms are bonny,

but I would leave them all,

to go with my love Johnny.