[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 mayapple tree
I love thee

[Bridge]
Arms have I, strong as the oak
For this occasion
Lips have I to kiss thee, too
In friendly persuasion

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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 lovе

[Outro]
And come with me, for thee I love
Oh, comе with me, for thee I love