Wild Wild Berry
Young man went a'hunting, vain and cherry Swore he'd love me oh so dearly But his oaths were falsely made So I fed him the berries of the woody nightshade
Lie low, cruel Randall Yes all you young maids who do go to the woods With men who sup quite merry They will go for your throat If you take the chance to gloat How you fed him the wild wild berry











