Strawberries, ripe strawberries
As I was going
to strawberry fair
Singing, singing
buttercups and daisies
I met a maiden
selling her wares, fol-de-di
Her eyes were blue
and she was fair
And she rode on a donkey
to strawberry fair
Rifle, rifle tolderiddle I doh
Rifle, rifle tolderiddle dee
Would you like to pick
from my basket she said
Singing, singing
buttercups and daisies
My cherries ripe
and my roses red, fol-de-di
You can take a handful
I don't care
As I go on to strawberry fair
Rifle, rifle tolderiddle I doh
Rifle, rifle tolderiddle 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-di
Now it's not to buy
such perishing ware
That I am sloggin' it
to strawberry fair
Rifle, rifle
come and get an earful
Rifle, rifle tolderiddle dee
I told her straight
I want a girl
with a generous heart
Singing, singing
buttercups and oojahs
Without a tongue that is
wicked or smart, fol-de-di
And an honest mind
but these are rare
I doubt if I'll find them
at the crumby old fair
Rifle, rifle tolderiddle I doh
Rifle, well you know
the rest don't you
So I put 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-di
So make me your partner
and give me a share
In church today
at strawberry fair
Rifle, rifle tolderiddle I doh
Rifle, rifle..........