STRAWBERRY FAIR
(learned from Mary Goodwin; also on a Tom Glazer record, i think)
As I was a-goin' to Strawberry Fair,
Said she, Kind sir, my roses are red,
Said I, A rose must soon fade away,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies,
I met a maiden making her way,
Follie-dee!
Blue were her eyes, and gold was her hair,
As she went down to Strawberry Fair,
Rite-fol, rite-fol, follie-diddle-di-do,
Rite-fol, rite-fol, follie-diddle-dee.
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies,
My cherries are ripe, the young maid said,
Follie-dee!
My berries are sweet, there's plenty to spare,
As I go down to Strawberry Fair,
Rite-fol, rite-fol...
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies,
And scarcely have cherries longer to stay,
Follie-dee!
So fare thee well, my maiden so rare,
And I'll not go to Strawberry Fair,
Rite-fol, rite-fol...