Brigg Fair It was on the fifth of August The weather fair and mild Unto Brigg Fair I did repair For a 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 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 And the roots, they shall decay Before that I prove false to her The lass that loves me well Recorded on wax cylinder in Lincolnshire in 1905 by Percy Grainger Sung by Ian Robb & 'Finest Kind' on "Heart's Delight" and by Martin Carthy on "Byker Hill" AJS oct99
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