Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love)

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