Strawberries. Ripe Strawberries.

As I was going to Strawberry Fair,
Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Daisies
I met a maiden selling her wares,
Fol-de-dee

Her eyes were blue and she was fair
And she rode on a donkey to Strawberry Fair
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

Would you like to pick from my basket she said,
Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Daisies
My cherries ripe, or my roses red
Fol-de-dee

You can take a handful, I dont care
As I go on to Strawberry Fair.
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee
.
So I said to this bird
Your cherries soon will go mouldy and bad
Singing, singing Buttercups and wotsits
Your roses wither and look all sad
Fol-de-dee

Now its not to buy such perishing ware
That I am slogging it to Strawberry Fair
Oh, Ri-fol, Ri-fol, come and get an earful
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

I told her straight

I want a girl with a generous heart,
Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Oojahs
Without a tongue that is wicked or smart
Fol-de-dee!

And an honest mind, but these are rare
I doubt if  I#ll find them at this crummy old fair
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol,  well, you know the rest, dont you

So I put it to her straight

Now in return for these virtues, I swear
Knees up, knees up, come and have a knees up
Ill give you a ring for your finger my dear
Fol-de-dee!

So  make me your partner and give me a share
In church today at Strawberry Fair.
Now, Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol, Ri-fol

Strawberries. Shant be round tomorrow
The donkeys pinched all the strawberries

Hee-hee-hee-hee.
