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