Brigg fair

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
Heart full and free
Thinking there to see my love
Long time I wished to see

I looked over my left shoulder
To see what I could see
And there I saw my own true love
Come walking down to me

I took hold of his hand
And merrily sang my heart
And now we are together
I trust we never shall part

For the green leaves, they will wither
The roots, they will decay
If ever I prove false to him
The man who loves me

For the green leaves, they will wither
The roots, they will decay
If ever I prove false to him
The man who loves me