For that poor wretch beside her.
She hung her head a little while,
Then, growing somewhat bolder,
She rose, and with a blush and smile,
Just touched the minstrel’s shoulder.
“How charmingly you play,” she said.
“How nice to be so clever!
My friend and I” (her cheeks grew red)
“Could sit entranced for ever.
I’ve taken lessons—all in vain;