I know where I'm going
And I know who's going with me
I know who I love
And my dear knows who I'll marry
Well, 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 bonnie
But I would trade them all
For my handsome, winsome Johnny
Now, some say he's bad
But I say he's bonnie
The fairest of them all
Is my handsome, winsome Johnny