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1. 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.
2. "Kind Sir, pray pick of my basket! " she said, / Singing, &c. / "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 &c.
3. Your cherries soon will be wasted away, / Singing, &c. / Your roses wither and never stay, / Tol-de-dee! / 'Tis not to seek such perishing ware, / That I am tramping to Strawberry Fair. / Ri-fol &c.
4. I want to purchase a generous heart, / Singing, &c. / A tongue that neither is nimble nor tart. / Tol-de-dee! / An honest mind, but such trifles are rare / I doubt if they're found at Strawberry Fair. / Ri-fol &c.
5. The price I offer, my sweet pretty maid / Singing, &c. / 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 &c.