Lyrics
It was on the fifth of August
And the weather fair and mild
And to Brig Fair I did repair
To love I was inclined
I got up with luck in the morning
With me heart so full of glee
Expecting there to meet my dear
Long time I'd wished to see
I looked ower my left shoulder
To see what I could spy
And there I saw me own true love
Come tripping after me
I took her by the lily-white hand
O merry was me heart
And now we're met together
I hope we never shall part
For it's meeting is the pleasure
And it's parting gives the grief
And an inconstant lover
Is worse than any thief
The green leaves they may wither
And the branches fade and die
If ever I be false to her
To the girl that loves me