I know where I'm going
I know who's going with me
I know who I love
And the devil knows who I'll marry
I have stockings of silk
Shoes of bright green leather
Combs to buckle my hair
And a ring for every finger
Feather beds are soft
Painted rooms are bonny
I would trade them all
For my handsome whim some Johnny
Some say he's bad
I say he's bonny
Fairest of them all
My handsome whim some Johnny
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