Thee I love
More than the meadow
so green and still
More than the mulberries
on the hill
More than the buds
on the 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