I strolled into a field of flowers,
a lemon yellow sea,
and as I bent to pluck a stem,
its blossom winked at me.

I fought flirtation's pull at first --
I tend to be quite shy,
but she beguiled me with the look
she flashed from that brown eye.

Dear brown-eyed Susan, be my love --
I'm held within your power,
for in your gaze you've captured me,
you wild, bewitching flower.