It was on the fifth of August, the weather hot and fair, unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for love I was inclined. I got up with the lark in the morning with my heart full of glee, expecting there to meet my dear, long time I wished to see.
It was on the fifth of August, the weather hot and fair, unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for love I was inclined. I got up with the lark in the morning with my heart full of glee, expecting there to meet my dear, long time I wished to see.