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. 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". There is a dance house in Maradyke. And there my true love goes every night. He takes a strange girl upon his knee. Well now don't you think that 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. And if my love leaves me what will I do". If my love knew I can wash and wring. If my love knew I can sew and spin. I'd make a coat of the finest kind. But the want of money sure leaves me behind. 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". I know my love is an arrant rover. I know he'll wander the wild world over. In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry. An American girl he's sure to marry. 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". 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". What will I do....