文本歌词

Strawberry right Strawberry
As I was going to Strawberry Fair
Singing singing buttercups and daisies
I met a maiden taking her wares fol-de-dee
Her eyes were blue and golden her hair
As she went on to Strawberry Fair
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-li-do
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-dee
'Kind sir pray pick of my basket ' she said;
Singing singing buttercups and daisies
'My cherries ripe or my roses red fol-de-dee
As I go on to Strawberry Fair '
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-li-do
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-dee
'Your cherries soon will be wasted away;'
Singing singing buttercups and daisies
'Your roses wither'd and never stay fol-de-dee
'Tis not to seek such perishing ware
That I am tramping to Strawberry Fair '
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-li-do
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-dee
'I want to purchase a generous heart;'
Singing singing buttercups and daisies
'A tongue that neither is nimble nor tart fol-de-dee
An honest mind but such trifles are rare
I doubt if they're found at Strawberry Fair '
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-li-do
In church today at Strawberry Fair '
Ri-fol Ri-fol Tol-de-riddle-li-do
Ri-fol Ri-fol Strawberry