From the sheet music images at the Hathi Trust:


WHERE WE WENT PICKING BERRIES
Words and music by Frank Howard, ©1868.

1. Tho’ many years have since rolled by,
  Quite well do I remember
The day that Rosa May and I
  Went berrying together.
With voice as gentle as a dove,
  With blushes like ripe cherries,
That day she promised me her love
  As we were picking berries.
Although the drooping bushes hung
  Inviting full and plenty,
When it came time for going home
  Our baskets were quite empty.

CHORUS: As slow the seasons come and go, to me there is no summer,
But oft I hear upon the breeze a sweet and soft-toned murmur.
It is the voice of Rosa May; she’s now with angel fairies.
Up there the promise will be kept she gave while picking berries.

2. When berry season came again,
  To marry we intended.
It came, but brought me grief and pain;
  The dream of joy was ended.
Alone I climb the mountainside
  O’erlooking rill and meadow,
While by my side my promised bride
  Seems flitting like a shadow;
But there she sleeps so sweet and still,
  O’ershaded by wild cherries,
Upon the side of that old hill
  Where we went picking berries.