Thee I love,
More than the meadows so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds on the mayapple 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.
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