Strawberry Fair-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 Strawbеrry Fair." Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddlе-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