| Well I spied a berry bush as I was strolling home one day
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| And somehow it brought back the bygone days
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| Of when you and I were berry picking many years ago
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| In a little county not so far away
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| How well I do remember the day when we first met
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| It leaves a picture in my mind I never can forget
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| We were picking berries at Old Aunt Mary’s
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| When I picked a blushing bride
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| As we strolled home together, I just wondered whether
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| I could win you forever if I tried
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| Then at love’s suggestion, I popped the question
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| And asked you to be mine
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| By your kisses I knew, you’d picked me and I’d picked you
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| At berry picking time
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| We were picking berries at Old Aunt Mary’s
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| When I picked a blushing bride
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| As we strolled home together, I just wondered whether
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| I could win you forever if I tried
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| Then at love’s suggestion, I popped the question
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| And asked you to be mine
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| By your kisses I knew, you’d picked me and I’d picked you
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| At berry picking time
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| Well how sweet you were that day, in your simple gingham gown
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| To me you were as lovely as a Queen
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| When from underneath your bonnet popped a pair of golden curls
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| And the bluest eyes that I have ever seen
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| Your lips were red as cherries, the taste was twice as sweet
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| It only took one kiss to make my happiness complete
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| We were picking berries at Old Aunt Mary’s
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| When I picked a blushing bride
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| As we strolled home together, I just wondered whether
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| I could win you forever if I tried
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| Then at love’s suggestion, I popped the question
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| And asked you to be mine
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| By your kisses I knew, you’d picked me and I’d picked you
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| At berry picking time |