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.