I had this on a 78 record -B side- sometime in the early to mid fifties.

As I remember it it went:

Go Away Go Away Blackberry Winter
Let my lost lover come home.

In April he came to my valley,
We lapsed in the sunshine
And kissed 'neath the moon,
I thought he would ask me to marry,
When blackberries ripened in june.

Go away etc.

But then he cast eyes at another,
With lips like the tips of the red Judus tree,
(sorry can't remember this bit)
..... She took my lost lover from me.

Go away etc.