Brigg Fair

English Trad., from the Grainger collection

 

It was on the fifth of August

The weather fair and mild

Unto Brigg fair, I did repair

For love I was inclined

 

I got up with the lark in the morning

And my heart was full of glee,

Expecting there to meet my dear

Longtime I’d wished to see.

 

I looked over my left shoulder

 To see what I might see

And there I spied my own true love

Come a-tripping down to me

 

I took hold of her lilywhite hand

And merrily sang my heart

For now we are together

We never more shall part

 

For the green leaves they will wither

And the roots they shall decay

Before that I prove false to her

The lass that loves me well.