Strawberry Fair Composer(s): Sabine Baring Gould - Cecil Sharp - Nolly Clapton Performer(s): Anthony Newley
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 Ill 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
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