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...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS |