I know where I'm going,
And I know who's going with me.
I know who I love,
And the dear knows who
I'll marry.
I have stockings of silk,
And shoes of bright green leather.
Combs to buckle my hair,
And a ring for every finger.
Feather beds are soft,
And painted rooms are bonny,
But I would leave them all,
For my handsome, winsome, Johnny.
Some say he's dour,
But I say he's bonny,
Fairest of them all,
Is my handsome, winsome, Johnny