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We were picking berries at Old Aunt Mary's,
When I picked a blushing bride;
As we strolled home together, I just wondered whether,
I could win you forever if I tried.
When at love's suggestion, I popped the question,
And asked you to be mine;
By your kisses I knew you'd pick me and I'd pick you,
In berry picking time.
Well, I spied a berry bush as I was strolling home one day,
And somehow it brought back my bygone days;
When you and I were berry picking many years ago,
In a little country not so far away.
How well I do remember the day when we first met,
It brings a picture in my mind I never can forget.
We were picking berries at Old Aunt Mary's,
When I picked a blushing bride;
As we strolled home together, I just wondered whether,
I could win you forever if I tried.
When at love's suggestion, I popped the question,
And asked you to be mine;
By your kisses I knew you'd pick me and I'd pick you,
In berry picking time.
Well, how sweet you were that day in your simple gingham gown,
To me you were as lovely as a queen;
When from underneath your bonnet popped a pair of golden curls,
And the bluest eyes that I have ever seen.
Your lips were red as cherries, the taste was twice as sweet,
It only took one kiss to make my happiness complete.
We were picking berries at Old Aunt Mary's,
When I picked a blushing bride;
As we strolled home together, I just wondered whether,
I could win you forever if I tried.
When at love's suggestion, I popped the question,
And asked you to be mine;
By your kisses I knew you'd pick me and I'd pick you,
In berry picking time.
A variant was arranged by Alan Doyle of Great Big Sea and recorded on the album Great Big Sea (1993).
The variant in the video above is of Alan Doyle and his father, Tom Doyle, at the Evening Of Doyles, St. John's, NL, 2006.
