In Which I See That It's That Date
It was on the fifth of August, the weather fair and mild,
Unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for love I was inclined.
I rose 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 saw my own true love come walking down to me.
I took hold of his hand and merrily sang my heart:
For now we are together, we ne'er more shall part.
For the green leaves they will wither, and the roots they shall decay
Before that I prove false to him, the man that loves me well.
(Brigg Fair, 19th c English Folk Song)
By far my preferred version of this is Finest Kind's from their 1999 album Heart's Delight, but that's not online anywhere. This version by Andrew King is alright, but for a runner-up I prefer Shirley Collins' take.
Unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for love I was inclined.
I rose 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 saw my own true love come walking down to me.
I took hold of his hand and merrily sang my heart:
For now we are together, we ne'er more shall part.
For the green leaves they will wither, and the roots they shall decay
Before that I prove false to him, the man that loves me well.
(Brigg Fair, 19th c English Folk Song)
By far my preferred version of this is Finest Kind's from their 1999 album Heart's Delight, but that's not online anywhere. This version by Andrew King is alright, but for a runner-up I prefer Shirley Collins' take.
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