I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING
(learned orally in the 1950s; old Irish love song from County Antrim, Ireland)
I know where I'm going,
I have stockings of silk,
Feather beds are soft
Some say he's black
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
And I know who's going with me,
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I'll marry.
Shoes of bright green leather,
Combs to buckle my hair,
And a ring for every finger.
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would trade them all
For my handsome, winsome Johnny
But I say he's bonny,
Fairest of them all
Is my handsome, winsome Johnny