Brigg Fair

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It was on the Fifth of August
The weather fair and mild
When to Brigg Fair I did repair
For love I was inclined

I rose up with the lark in the morning
My heart was filled with glee
Expecting there to meet my love
Long time I’d wished to see

I looked over my left shoulder
To see what I might see
And it’s there I spied my own true love
Come a’trippin’ down to me

I took hold of her lily white hand
And merrily sang my heart
For now we are together
And never more shall part

For the green leaves they may wither
And the roots may all decay
Before that I prove false to her
To the lass that loves me well
To the lass that loves me well