| Thee I love
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| More than the meadows so green and still
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| More than the mulberries on the hill
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| More than the buds on the may apple tree
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| I love thee
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| Arms have I strong as the oak
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| For this occasion
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| Lips have I to kiss thee too
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| In friendly persuasion
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| Thee is mine
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| Though I don’t know many words of praise
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| Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
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| Put on your bonnet your cape and your glove
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| And come with me for thee I love
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| Lips have I to kiss thee too
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| In friendly persuasion
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| Thee is mine
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| Though I don’t know many words of praise
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| Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
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| Put on your bonnet your cape and your glove
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| And come with me for thee I love |