LRC歌词
[02:19.00]Strawberries. Ripe Strawberries
[02:19.00]As I was going to Strawberry Fair
[02:19.00]Singing, singing, butter-cups and Daisies
[02:19.00]I met a maiden selling her wares
[02:19.00]Fol-de-dee!
[02:19.00]Her eyes were blue and she was fair
[02:19.00]And she rode on a donkey to Strawberry Fair
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee
[02:19.00]"Would you like to pick from my basket!" she said
[02:19.00]Singing, singing, butter-cups and Daisies
[02:19.00]"My cherries ripe, or my roses red"
[02:19.00]Fol-de-dee!
[02:19.00]You can take a handful, I don't care
[02:19.00]As I go on to Strawbеrry Fair."
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddlе-dee
[02:19.00]So I said to this bird
[02:19.00]Your cherries soon will go mouldy and bad
[02:19.00]Singing, singing buttercups and wotsits
[02:19.00]Your roses wither and look all sad
[02:19.00]Fol-de-dee
[02:19.00]Now it's not to buy such perishing ware
[02:19.00]That I am slogging it to Strawberry Fair
[02:19.00]Oh, Ri-fol, Ri-fol, come and get an earful
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee
[02:19.00]I told her straight
[02:19.00]I want a girl with a generous heart
[02:19.00]Singing, singing, butter-cups and Oojahs
[02:19.00]Without a tongue that is wicked or smart
[02:19.00]Fol-de-dee!
[02:19.00]And an honest mind, but these are rare
[02:19.00]I doubt if I'll find them at this crummy old fair
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, well, you know the rest, don't you
[02:19.00]So I put it to her straight
[02:19.00]Now in return for these virtues, I swear
[02:19.00]Knees up, knees up, come and have a knees up
[02:19.00]I'll give you a ring for your finger my dear
[02:19.00]Fol-de-dee!
[02:19.00]So make me your partner and give me a share
[02:19.00]In church today at Strawberry Fair
[02:19.00]Now, Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do
[02:19.00]Ri-fol, Ri-fol
[02:19.00]Strawberries. Shan't be round tomorrow
[02:19.00]The donkey's pinched all the strawberries
[02:19.00]Hee-hee-hee-hee
文本歌词
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
