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
