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