Friendly Persuasion

Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and stillMore than the mulberries on the hillMore than the buds of a May apple tree, I love theeArms have I, strong as the oak, for this occasionLips have I, to kiss thee, too, in friendly persuasionThee is mine, though I don't know many words of praiseThee pleasures me in a hundred waysPut on your bonnet, your cape, and your glovend come with me, for thee I loveFriendly persuasionThee is mine, though I don't know many words of praiseThee pleasures me in a hundred waysPut on your bonnet, your cape, and your gloveAnd come with me, for thee I love