Thee I love
More than the meadow so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds of a may apple tree
I love thee
Arms have I strong as the oak
For this occasion
Lips have I to kiss thee too
In friendly persuasion
Thee is mine
Though I don't know many words of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet
Your cape
And your glove
And come with me
For thee I love
In friendly persuasion
Thee is mine
Though I don't know many words of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet
Your cape
And your glove
And come with me
For thee I love
