I know my love by her way of walking
And I know my love by her way of talking
And I know my love by her suit of blue
And if my love leaves me,
And still she cries, I love him the best
And if my love leaves me,
There is a dance -house in Meredike
And there the love goes every night
And sits upon some strange lad's knee
And don't you know now that vexes me
And if my love left me, what will I do?