Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love,
You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
In your bourbon smile I can see
Grassy hills just as free as you-
Come, my darling, won't you sit with me-
We'll have a beer or two.
In that hair that shines like the sun,
Freckled skin and untamed, sparkling eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem