Whistling Susanna - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WHISTLING SUSANNA. Copyright, 1890, by Willis Woodward & Co Words and Music by Frank Dumont. 
I court a little yellow girl. her name's Susanna, She's from Savannah, she's happy as a bird, I tell you she's a daisy when she starts a-whistling, Sweetest I ever heard. The nightingale and robin and the big green linnet, Oh, they're not in it, she drives 'em all away; She never stops a minute, but she keeps right at it. And this is what she whistles all the day.-(Whistling Chorus.) 
I've never tried to kiss her, for her lips are going, A-puck'ring, blowing, I never get a chance; She sits upon my knees, but then she keeps on whistling, Only to make me dance. Her mouth is getting crooked and it looks like blubber, Of "injun" rubber, and shining like the moon, Oh, even while she's sleeping you can hear her whistle. To save her life she couldn't change the tune (Whistling chorus.)