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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

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The Kingston Trio

With You, My Johnny

 

With You, My Johnny

(album: Sold Out - 1960)


Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea?
He's sneaking 'round and creeping and he's, aye, watching me
He's pulling and he's teasing but his meanin's not so bad
If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad
Tell me now, my Johnny laddie, tell me now, my Johnny lad
If it's ever going to be, tell me now Johnny lad

When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the byre and other lads and lasses sitting 'round a-roaring fire
There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad, through the nooks and barley stooks, teasing you, Johnny lad
Teasing you, my Johnny laddie, teasing you, my Johnny lad
Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasing you, Johnny lad

Oh, Johnny's blythe and bonnie
He's the pride o' yonder lea and I love him best of any though he's, aye, teasing me
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad
None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad
And it's you, my Johnny laddie, aye, it's you, my Johnny lad
None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad

Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman nor yet is he a laird but I would follow Johnny lad, although he was a card
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad
He was once a lad of mine and I've never had a better lad though I've had twenty-nine
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad
Oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad
Oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad

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