VerseThee I Love, More Than The Meadow So Green And StillMore Than The Mulberries On The HillVerse 2More Than The Buds Of A May Apple Tree, I Love TheeArms Have 1, Strong As The Oak For This OccasionLips Have I, To Kiss Thee TooHookIn Friendly Persuasion, Thee Is MineThough I Don't Know Many Words Of PraiseThee Pleasures Me In A Hundred WaysPut On Your Bonnet, Your Cape, And Your GloveAnd Come With Me, For Thee I Love