Four Folksongs for Soprano, Viola and Piano

I know where I'm goin'
and I know who's goin' with me
I know who I love
but the dear knows who I'll marry!

I have stockings of silk,
shoes of fine green leather
combs to buckle my hair
and a ring for every finger

Some say he's black,
but I say he's bonny,
the fairest of them all, 
my handsome, winsome Johnny.

Feather beds are soft
and painted rooms are bonny,
but I would leave them all, 
to go with my love Johnny.

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing in the valley below.
"Oh, don't deceive me, oh, never leave me,
How could you use a fair maiden so?"

"O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
O don't deceive me, O do not leave me!
How could you use a fair maiden so?

Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,
Remember the bow'r where you vowed to be true.
"Oh, don't deceive me, oh, never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so!"

Thus sang the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below;
 ... 
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

I once loved a boy, and a bold Irish boy
who would come and would go at my request;
and this bold Irish boy was my pride and my joy
and I built him a bow'r in my breast.

But this girl who has taken my bonny, bonny boy,
let her make of him all that she can;
for whether he loves me or loves me not,
I will walk with my love now and then.

When going the road to sweet Athy, 
Hurroo! Hurroo!
When going the road to sweet Athy, 
A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

With your drums and guns and guns and drums, 
Hurroo! Hurroo!
With your drums and guns and guns and drums, 
The enemy nearly slew ye.
Oh darling dear, you look so queer
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye!

Where are your eyes that looked so mild,
Hurroo! Hurroo!
Where are the eyes that looked so mild
Hurroo! Hurroo!
When you my heart so beguiled
Why did you skedaddle from me and the child?
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

Where are the legs with which you run
Hurroo! Hurroo!
Where are the legs with which you run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye!

I’m happy for to see you home
Hurroo! Hurroo!
All from the island of Ceylon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye

With your drums and guns and guns and drums
Hurroo! Hurroo!
The enemy nearly slew ye,
Oh why did you go from me and the child
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.