Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Brigg Fair lyrics

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 full of glee
Expecting there to see my love, long time 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 lily-white hand and merrily sang my heart
For now we are together we never more shall part

For the green leaves they will wither, the roots they'll all decay
Before that I prove false to her, the lass that loves me well