The Queen's Six - Brigg fair (Arr. Percy Grainger) Lyrics

It was on the fifth of August, er' 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.

North Lincolnshire, England, arr. Percy Grainger