Lyrics

[Verse 1] It was on the fifth of August and the weather fair and mild Unto Brigg Fair I did repair, to love I was inclined I got up with the lark in the morning with my heart so full of glee Expecting there to meet my dear, long time I'd wished to see I looked over my left shoulder to see what I could spy And there I saw my own true love come tripping after me I took her by the lily-white hand, oh merry was my heart And now we're met together I hope we never shall part For it's meeting is a pleasurе and it's parting is a grief And an inconstant lover is worse than any thiеf The green leaves they may wither and the branches fade and die If ever I be false to her, to the girl that loves me