Classic Poem

Of thee I keep dreaming still thee
None other delighteth my eye
In thy presence I ever could be
Thy smiles are the birth of my joy
I think upon thee bonny Susan
All the week & each long summers day
Thou'rt the maiden of nature's own chusing
The pleasantest blossom of May

I think upon thee bonny Susan
When the wild flowers open at spring
The fairest among them Im chusing
And the face o' my Susan they bring
Thou'rt one o' the fairest & dearest
Wild flowers gleaming bright with the dews on
I look & thou'rt always the truest
Wild flowers are the image of Susan.