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.