I know who is sick, I know who is sorry
I know who I’ll kiss, but the Lord knows who I’ll marry
Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
I have stockings of silk, shoes of fine green leather
Combs to buckle my hair and a ring for every finger
Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
Feather beds are soft, painted rooms are bonny
But I would trade them all for to go with my love Johnny
Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
Some say he’s dark, but I say he’s bonny
Fairest of them all is my handsome, winsome Johnny
Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o
I know who is sick, I know who is sorry
I know who I’ll kiss, but the Lord knows who I’ll marry
Too-ree-oo-ree-ay ah, Too-ree-oo-ree laddy-o