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 me hair,
And a ring for ev'ry 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 black,
But I say he's bonny;
Fairest of them all,
Is my handsome winsome Johnny.

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.