Lyrics:

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.