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STRAWBERRY FAIR (Trad. Arr. Sabine Baring Gould & Cecil Sharp) Adapted by Nolly Clapton 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. As sung by 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 don’t 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 it’s 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, don’t 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 I’ll 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. Shan’t be round tomorrow The donkey’s pinched all the strawberries Hee-hee-hee-hee. (Contributed by Bill Huntley - July 2009)

    


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