Thee I love
Mre 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

