Lyrics

[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