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

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