<\/p>\n
I know my love by his way of walking
\nAnd I know my love by his way of talking
\nAnd I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
\nAnd if my love leaves me what will I do…<\/p>\n
And still she cried, “I love him the best
\nAnd a troubled mind sure can know no rest”
\nAnd still she cried, “Bonny boys are few
\nAnd if my love leaves me what will I do”<\/p>\n
There is a dance house in Maradyke
\nAnd there my true love goes every night
\nHe takes a strange girl upon his knee
\nWell now don’t you think that that vexes me?<\/p>\n
And still she cried, “I love him the best
\nAnd a troubled mind sure can know no rest”
\nAnd still she cried, “Bonny boys are few
\nAnd if my love leaves me what will I do”<\/p>\n
If my love knew I can wash and wring
\nIf my love knew I can sew and spin
\nI’d make a coat of the finest kind
\nBut the want of money sure leaves me behind<\/p>\n
And still she cried, “I love him the best
\nAnd a troubled mind sure can know no rest”
\nAnd still she cried, “Bonny boys are few
\nAnd if my love leaves me what will I do”<\/p>\n
I know my love is an arrant rover
\nI know he’ll wander the wild world over
\nIn dear old Ireland he’ll no longer tarry
\nAn American girl he’s sure to marry<\/p>\n
And still she cried, “I love him the best
\nAnd a troubled mind sure can know no rest”
\nAnd still she cried, “Bonny boys are few
\nAnd if my love leaves me what will I do”<\/p>\n
And still she cried, “I love him the best
\nAnd a troubled mind sure can know no rest”
\nAnd still she cried, “Bonny boys are few
\nAnd if my love leaves me what will I do”<\/p>\n
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\nThe Corrs, I Know My Love<\/strong>.<\/p>\n[kml_flashembed movie=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/uY-HU2Xh7PE\" width=\"425\" height=\"350\" wmode=\"transparent\" \/]<\/code><\/p>\n