Black-Eyed Susanby: John Gay All in the downs, the fleet was moored,Banners waving in the wind.When Black-Eyed Susan came aboard,and eyed the burly men. “Tell me ye sailors, tell me trueDoes my Sweet William sail with you? Though battle call me from thy arms,Let not my pretty Susan mourn;Though cannons roar, yet safe… Continue reading Black-Eyed Susans