The Prickly Bush
A. L. Lloyd
4:00It 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