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?