June 19, 2017
MY HUSBAND and I recently celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary. His father, whom readers may know from Tales of Chester, once (actually more than once) toasted his wife on their 34th anniversary, celebrated with a glass of beer (actually more than one) at their dining room table.
“To 34 years of savage amusement,” he said, raising his glass.
My husband has likewise given me much amusement — and great happiness.
This song, by the same Irish singer I posted the other day, is dedicated to my husband, the best husband a woman could possibly have. I know where I’m goin’ — and it’s wherever he’s goin’. “Feather beds are soft and painted rooms are bonny. But I would leave them all to go with my love Johnny.”
I know where I’m goin’ an’ 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 is 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
I know where he’s goin’ an’ I know who’s goin’ with me
I know who I love but the dear knows who I’ll marry.
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