Verse
Thee I Love, More Than The Meadow So Green And Still
More Than The Mulberries On The Hill
Verse 2
More Than The Buds Of A May Apple Tree, I Love Thee
Arms Have 1, Strong As The Oak For This Occasion
Lips Have I, To Kiss Thee Too
Hook
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
