She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;it took, maybe,
A minute.
The time was paltry, youll agree;
It took but little to begin it;
But since my heart has not been free
A minute.
