{Verse 1}
Thee I love
More than the meadows so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds on the May apple tree
I love thee
{Verse 2}
My arms are strong as the oak
For this occasion
Lips have I to kiss thee to
In friendly persuasion
{Chorus}
Thee is mine
Though I don't know many words of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
So put on your bonnet, your cape and your glove
And come with me
For thee I love
{Chorus}
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 lovе