STRAWBERRY FAIR As I was going to Strawberry Fair Singing, singing buttercups and daisies I met a maiden taking her ware Tol-de-dee Her eyes were blue and golden her hair As she went on to Strawberry Fair Ri-tol-ri-tol-riddle-tol-di-dee Ri-tol-ri-tol-riddle-tol-di-dee Kind sir pray pick of my basket she said Singing, singing buttercups and daisies My cherries ripe and my roses so red Tol-de-dee My stawberries sweet I can them spare As I go on to Strawberry Fair Ri-tol-ri-tol-riddle-tol-di-dee Ri-tol-ri-tol-riddle-tol-di-dee break from BG published to James Masters version O I have a lock that doth lack a key O I have a lock, sir, she did say If you have a key then come this way As we go on to Strawberry Fair Between us I reckon, that when we met The key to the lock it was well set The key to the lock it well did fit As we went on to Strawberry Fair O would that my lock had been a gun I'd shoot the Blacksmith, for I'm undone And wares to carry I now have none That I should go to Strawberry Fair
Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle. That's the way the money goes, Pop! goes the weasel. Often a second and third verse is added: Every night when I go out, The monkey's on the table, Take a stick and knock it off, Pop! goes the weasel. Up and down the City road, In and out the Eagle, That's the way the money goes, Pop goes the weasel.