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