When I told her my love,

She was maidenly shy,

And she bit at her glove.

I gave Cupid a shove;

Yes, I begged him to try,

When I told her my love

What was she thinking of

As she uttered that sigh

And she bit at her glove?

And pray what does it prove

That she stopped there to sigh,

When I told her my love

And she bit at her glove?