Another one mentioned by Julia L on 20-Sep; from the sheet music at the Library of Congress:


WITH KITTY PICKING BERRIES
Words and music by Fred White ©1873.

1. The morning sun shone bright and warm
  in golden autumn weather
When, with our baskets on our arms,
  we wandered forth together.
The air was full of music sweet
  of mockingbirds and thrushes.
The dew was glist’ning at our feet
  and on the berry bushes.

CHORUS: Her eyes they were divinely blue,
  her lips like two ripe cherries.
On golden wings the moments flew
  with Kitty picking berries.

2. We sit beneath the chestnut tree
  among the crimson clover.
She said she loved no one but me,
  her darling and her lover.
Then tightly o’er the field she trips,
  her motions like a fairy’s.
I stole the cherries from her lips
  while we were picking berries.

3. Like little mice, her pretty feet
  stole out beneath her kirtle,
Above her curls a chaplet sweet
  of woodbine, rose and myrtle.
The fragrant honeysuckle buds
  were opening sweet and pretty,
But the sweetest flow’r in the woods
  was my own darling Kitty.