Penn-Yan Bill by Eugene Field — Read

I. In gallus old Kentucky, where the grass is very blue, / Where the liquor is the smoothest and the girls are fair and true, / Where the crop of he-gawd gentlemen is full of heart and sand, / And the stock of four-time winners is the finest in the land; / Where the democratic party in bourbon hardihood / For more than half a century unterrified has stood, / Where nod the black-eyed Susans to the prattle of the rill -- / There -- there befell the wooing of Penn-Yan Bill.

II. Down yonder in the cottage that is nestling in the shade / Of the walnut trees that seem to love that quiet little glade / Abides a pretty maiden of the bonny name of Sue -- / As pretty as the black-eyed flow'rs and quite as modest, too; / And lovers came there by the score, of every age and kind, / But not a one (the story goes) was quite to Susie's mind.