Oh, it's good at learnin', the season of the berry-picker Merry goes the motion of the reel and lusty lassies flicker In and out the mirthful rout and round about and never quicker Trip it in the twilight to the wild old tune And ever as the piper plays, beneath the ?Sadie? doleful rays We wilderness a case dispel, a wilder thread of careless maze As in and out with joyful shout, the youthful rout keep holidays As dancing till the nightfall to the wild old tune And it's happy on the hedge, when at set of sun the merry reaper Keeps the reel and looks him gaily round and down the serpent deeper Till in dreams the music streams and still it seems to every sleeper Still their nimble feet obey the wild old tune Oh, it's blithe up the glen in the season of the berry-picker Merry goes the motion of the reel and lusty lassies flicker In and out the mirthful rout and round about and never quicker Trip it in the twilight to the wild old tune