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Anthony Newley - Strawberry Fair lyrics
As I was going to Strawberry Fair, Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Daisies I met a maiden taking her ware, 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, Butter-cups and Daisies "My cherries ripe, or my roses red, Fol-de-dee! My strawberries sweet, I can of them spare, As I go on 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, Butter-cups and Daisies A tongue that neither is nimble or tart. Tol-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, Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee. The price I offer, my sweet pretty maid Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Daisies A ring of gold on your finger displayed, Tol-de-dee! So come- make over to me your ware, In church today at Strawberry Fair. Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do, Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee. |
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