I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And l know my love drest in a suit of blue;
And if my love l’aves me what will I do?

And still she cried, I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest.
But still she cried, Bonnie boys are few,
And if my love I’aves me what will I do?

There is a dance house in Mardyke,
And’ tis there my dear love goes every night;
And he takes a strange one all on his knee,
And don’t you think but it troubles me?

I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And l know my love drest in a suit of blue;
And if my love l’aves me what will I do?

If my love knew I could wash and wring,
And if my love knew I could weave and spin
I could make a suit all of the finest kind,
But the want of money it l’aves me behind.

I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And l know my love drest in a suit of blue;
And if my love l’aves me what will I do?

Alas, my love he’s an arrant rover,
And, sure, he’ll travel the wild world over,
For in dear old Ireland he’ll no longer tarry,
For an English damsel he’ll surely marry.

I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And l know my love drest in a suit of blue;
And if my love l’aves me what will I do?