Friendly Persuasion

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



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