I Know My Love

by Archibald Formales

I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

There is a dance house in Manila,
And there my true love goes every night;
He takes a strange one upon his knee,
And don't you think, now, that irritates me?
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

If my love knew I could wash and wring,
If my love knew I could weave and spin,
I would make a dress all of the finest kind,
But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind.

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

I know my love is a total rover,
I know he'll wander the wide world over,
In our school he'll no longer tarry,
And a chubby one he is sure to marry.
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?