It was on the fifth of August The weather fair and mild When to Brigg Fair I did repair For love I was inclined I rose up with the lark in the morning Heart full and free Thinking there to see my love Long time I wished to see I looked over my left shoulder To see what I could 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 And now we are together I trust we never shall part For the green leaves, they will wither The roots, they will decay If ever I prove false to him The man who loves me For the green leaves, they will wither The roots, they will decay If ever I prove false to him The man who loves me