I know where I'm going, I know who's going with me, I know who I love, But the dear knows who I'll marry. I'll have stockings of silk, Shoes of fine green leather, Combs to buckle my hair And a ring for every finger. Feather beds are soft, Painted rooms are bonny; But I'd leave them all To go with my love Johnny. Some say he's dark, I say he's bonny, He's the flower of them all My handsome, coaxing Johnny. I know where I'm going, I know who's going with me, I know who I love, But the dear knows who I'll marry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAST INVOCATION by WALT WHITMAN SONG OF SEID NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN by AMIR NURU'D-DIN NI'MATU'LLAH THE FLOWER-GATHERERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |