"Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love)" Lyrics

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