I know who is sick
I know who is sorry
I know who I'll kiss
But the lord knows who I'll marry
Chorus:
Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, too-ree-oo-ree-laddy oh
I have stockings of silk
Shoes of fine green leather
Combs to buckle my hair
And a ring for every finger
Feather beds are soft
Painted rooms are bonny
But I would trade them all
For to go with my love Johnny
Some say he's dark
But I say he's bonny
Fairest of them all
Is my handsome winsome Johnny
I know who is sick
I know who is sorry
I know who I'll kiss
But the lord knows who I'll marry
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