Classic Poem

My bonny Sue if love be true As I suppose you be
Thy smiling face that blushes grace Is doubly dear to me
If love in part be all the heart Thou'lt be an angel here
Body and soul's in thy controll Thou'rt more than doubly dear.

In joy and themes than life and all Thou'rt more my lovely Sue
My heart is thine in love divine Be thine or false or true
Th[r]ough blight and bane I come again To love thee as my own
In smiles and tears days Months and Years Thou'rt mine and mine alone.

My bonny Sue in love be true For I'm all truth to thee
Come weal or woe where e'er we go I'm thine eternally
In thy white breast my heart will rest Through troubles strife and thrall
In love be true my bonny Sue True love it conquors all.

Still on the thorny prickly briar How sweet the hips doth shine
But not so sweet as thy lips here And these two cheeks of thine
The endive flowers beside the way Opens in heavens dye
But they have not the cheering ray Of thy two bright blue eyes.