The Strawberry Girl

1. Oh is it not a pleasant thing to wander through the woods?
To look upon the painted flowers and watch the opening buds.

2. To sit with the deep cool shade at some tall ash tree’s root,
To fill my little basket with the sweet and scented fruit.

3. I sigh when first I see the leaves fall yellow on the plain,
And all the winter long I sing, “Sweet summer, come again!”