Brigg Fair

It was on the fifth of August, the weather fair and fine,
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,
Expecting there to meet my dear; long time I wished to see.

I looked over my left shoulder to see whom I could see,
And there I spied my own true love come tripping down to me.

For it's meeting is a pleasure, love, and parting is a grief,
But an inconstant lover is worse than any thief.

For the green leaves, they shall wither, and the branches, they will die,
If ever I prove false to thee, to the girl that loves me.

It was on the 5th of August, the weather fair and fine,
Unto Brigg Fair I did repair; for love I was inclined.

For sources and variations, see Reinhard Zierke's English Folk Music Website and Tom Glossop

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