Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds of a May apple 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
instrumental interlude
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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I'm sorry, so sorry
That I was such a fool.
I didn't know
Love could be so cruel.
Oh oh oh oh uh-oh oh yes.
You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done.
[spoken]
(I'm sorry) I'm sorry -
(So sorry) So sorry.
Please accept my apology,
But love is blind,
And I was to blind to see.
Oh oh oh oh uh-oh oh yes.
You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done.
Oh oh oh oh uh-oh oh yes.
I'm sorry, so sorry
Please accept my apology
But love was blind,
And I was too blind to see.
(Sorry)
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