Classic Poem

As I was a-going to Strawberry Fair,
Ri toll ri toll, riddle tol de lido
I saw a fair maiden of beauty rare,
Tol de dee.
I saw a young maiden go selling her ware
As she went on to Strawberry Fair,
Ri tol, ri tol riddle tol de lido,
Ri tol, ri tol, riddle tol de dee.

‘O pretty fair maid, I prithee, tell,
My pretty fair maid, what do you sell?
Oh come tell my truly, my sweet damsel,
As you go on to Strawberry Fair.’

‘Oh I have a lock that doth lack a key,
Oh 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.

‘Oh would that my lock had been a gun,
I'd shoot the locksmith for I'm undone;
And wares to carry I now have none
That I should go to Strawberry Fair.’