Suzanne

by Peter Sheedy

L'il Minnie May
She's quite a lay
and rich as midas, too.
But God help me, man
I loved Suzanne.
What was a poor boy to do?

I asked my Mother
but she's no lover
and told me to go for gold.
I asked my Dad,
who said 'twas bad
seeking fortune against true love's hold.

Decision made,
I crossed field and glade
to propose to Minnie May.
Though Suzanne'd
be on hand
'lest anything go astray.

But Jealous Wife
with sharpened knife
stole away my one true girl.
And in my pain
I returned the same
In silver-flashing whirl.

My wealthy wife,
who took and lost a life
I hope forgives my lie,
that to my love,
who's up above
Death will let me fly.