- It was on the fifth of August the weather fine and fair,
- Unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for love I was inclined.
- I rose up with the lark in the morning, with my heart so full of glee,
- Of thinking there to meet my dear, long time I'd wished to see.
- I took hold of her lily-white hand, O and merrily was her heart:
- "And now we're met together, I hope we ne'er shall part".
- For it's meeting is a pleasure, and parting is a grief,
- But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief.
- The green leaves they shall wither and the branches they shall die
- If ever I prove false to her, to the girl that loves me.
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKO4lTyWbqE
- Sung and newly arranged by the great traditional singer, Martin Carthy MBE.
- Collected by Percy Grainger and arranged by Delius. 1906 recording by Joseph Taylor follows Martin.
