Misc Traditional – I Know My Love (Ukulele)

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I  know my  love by his way o'  walkin',

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And I know my love by his way o' talkin',

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And I know my love in a suit o' blue,

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And if my love leaves me what will I do-o-o?"

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And still she cried, "I love him the best,

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And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest."

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And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few,

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And if my love leaves me what will I do?"

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"There is a dancehouse in Maradyke,

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And there my true love goes ev'ry night.

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He takes a strange one upon his knee,

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And don't you think now that vexes me-e-e ?"

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And still she cried, "I love him the best,

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And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest."

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And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few,

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And if my love leaves me what will I do?"

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"If my love knew I could wash and wring,

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If my love knew I could weave and spin,

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I'd make a coat all of the finest kind,

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But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind.'

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And still she cried, "I love him the best,

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And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest."

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And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few,

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And if my love leaves me what will I do?"

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I know my love is an errant rover

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I know he’ll wander the wide world over

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In dear old Ireland he’ll no longer tarry

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An American girl he’s sure to marry.

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And still she cried, "I love him the best,

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And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest."

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And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few,

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And if my love leaves me what will I do?"