She gave a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
I love her, she knows,
And my action confessed it.
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
Ah, how my heart glows,
Could I ever have guessed it?
It is fair to suppose
That I might have repressed it:
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
‘T was a rhyme in life’s prose
That uplifted and blest it.
Man’s nature, who knows
Until love comes to test it?
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
