The higher up the berry tree the sweeter grow the berries.
The more you hug and kiss a girl the more she wants to marry.
The berry tree's a wise old tree the sweetest fruit is hidden.
But marrying up with any girl is just like going to prison.

Fe fi fiddle de de out a wondering alone and free,
Depends on where I want to be and if I want company
I'll find a gal who is fair of face and with her I will tarry.
We'll settle down so peacefully and we will plant a berry tree.
And she will be just right for me.
And that's the gal I'll marry.