My berries cluster black and thickFor rich and poor alike to pick.I'll tear your dress, and cling and tease,And scratch your hands and arms and knees.I'll stain your fingers and your face,And then I'll laugh at your disgrace.But when the bramble-jelly's made,You'll find your trouble well repaid.- The Song of the Blackberry Fairy!
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My berries cluster black and thick
For rich and poor alike to pick.
I'll tear your dress, and cling and tease,
And scratch your hands and arms and knees.
I'll stain your fingers and your face,
And then I'll laugh at your disgrace.
But when the bramble-jelly's made,
You'll find your trouble well repaid.
- The Song of the Blackberry Fairy!
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