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