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...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPAIN IN AMERICA by GEORGE SANTAYANA VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE |