Bonny Suwannee O!
john clare stokes
Adapted from John Clare poem, Bonny Lassie O!
O the evening's for the fair, Bonny Suwannee O!
To meet the cooler air and join an Ibis there,
With the dark dishevelled Clare
Bonny Suwannee O!
The bloom's on the briar, Bonny Suwannee O!
Seed cones on the cypress; and wilt thou gang to see
The shoals that roil for thee,
Bonny Suwannee O!
Tis agen the running stream, Bonny Suwannee O!
In a sandy nook hard by, with a little patch of sky.
Beneath a button bush to keep us dry
Bonny Suwannee O!
There's the butterwort all the year, Bonny Suwannee O!
There's the Jessamine bright as gold, and the Otter never cold,
And the Iris flags unfurled,
Bonny Suwannee O!
O meet me at the shoal, Bonny Suwannee O!
With the Wood stork flying in,
And the wild Azaleas like thy skin
Blushing thy praise to win,
Bonny Suwannee O!
I will meet thee there at e'en, Bonny Suwannee O!
When the bee sips on the tupelo and Barred Owls on
Branches lean
And the moon beam looks between
Bonny Suwannee O!
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