Strawberry Fair [Finnish translation]

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.

"Kind Sir, pray pick of my basket!" she said,

Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Daisies

"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, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

I want to purchase a generous heart,

Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Daisies

A tongue that neither is nimble or tart.

Tol-de-dee!

An honest mind, but such trifles are rare

I doubt if they're found at Strawberry Fair.

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

The price I offer, my sweet pretty maid

Singing, singing, Butter-cups and Daisies

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, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

• Artist:English Folk