Brigg Fair

Lyrics

It was on the fifth of August the weather fine and fair Unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for love I was inclined I got up with the lark in the morning, with my heart so full of glee Of thinking there to meet my dear, long time I'd wished to see I took hold of her lily-white hand, O and merrily was her heart: "And now we're met together, I hope we never part" For it's meeting is a pleasure, and parting is a grief But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief The green leaves they shall wither and the branchеs they shall die If evеr I prove false to her, the girl that loves me