Oh, Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Johnny, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you
Oh, Jimmy be fair and Jimmy be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Jimmy, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you
Oh, Kenny be fair and Kenny be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Kenny, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you
Well, you've never seen a girl so sad and sorry as I was
The boys in town are all me kin and me father is the cause!
If life should thus continue I will die a single miss
So I go to my dear mother and complain to her of this
Oh, daughter, didn't I teach you to forgive and to forget
Me husband may have sown his oats, but still you needn't fret
Your father may be father to all the boys in town, but still,
He's not the one who sired you, so marry who you will
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Johnny, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you
Oh, Jimmy be fair and Jimmy be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Jimmy, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you
Oh, Kenny be fair and Kenny be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Kenny, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you
Well, you've never seen a girl so sad and sorry as I was
The boys in town are all me kin and me father is the cause!
If life should thus continue I will die a single miss
So I go to my dear mother and complain to her of this
Oh, daughter, didn't I teach you to forgive and to forget
Me husband may have sown his oats, but still you needn't fret
Your father may be father to all the boys in town, but still,
He's not the one who sired you, so marry who you will
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