I know where I'm going, And 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, But I say he's bonny, He's the flower of them all, My handsome, winsome Johnny. I know where I'm going, And 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...GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ARIZONA SUMMER by ELEANOR BALDWIN RUSTIC WREATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RYE BREAD by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY |