| Padraic Colum (18811972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 32. I Know My Love |
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| By Anonymous |
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| I KNOW my Love by his way of walking, | |
| And I know my love by his way of talking, | |
| And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue, | |
| And if my Love leaves me, what will I do? | |
| And still she cried, I love him the best, | 5 |
| And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest, | |
| And still she cried, Bonny boys are few, | |
| And if my Love leaves me, what will I do? | |
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| There is a dance house in Mardyke, | |
| And there my true love goes every night; | 10 |
| He takes a strange one upon his knee, | |
| And dont you think, now, that vexes me? | |
| And still she cried, I love him the best, | |
| And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest, | |
| And still she cried, Bonny boys are few, | 15 |
| And if my Love leaves me, what will I do? | |
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| If my Love knew I could wash and wring, | |
| If my Love knew I could weave and spin, | |
| I would make a dress all of the finest kind, | |
| But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind. | 20 |
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| And still she cried, I love him the best, | |
| And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest, | |
| And still she cried, Bonny boys are few, | |
| And if my Love leaves me, what will I do? | |
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| I know my Love is an arrant rover, | 25 |
| I know hell wander the wide world over, | |
| In dear old Ireland hell no longer tarry, | |
| And an English one he is sure to marry. | |
| And still she cried, I love him the best, | |
| And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest, | 30 |
| And still she cried, Bonny boys are few, | |
| And if my Love leaves me, what will I do? | |
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