Anne Briggs
she moves through the fair
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My young love said to me, My
mother
wont mind,
And my father wont
slight
you
for
your
lack
of
kind.
Then she laid her hand on me and this she did say,
Oh,
it
will
not
be
long,
love,
till
our
wedding-day.
She laid her hand on me and she moved through the fair,
And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
Then she laid her hand on me and this she did say,
Oh,
it
will
not
be
long,
love,
till
our
wedding-day.
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in,
And so softly she came, her feet made no din.
Then she laid her hand on me and this she did say,
Oh,
it
will
not
be
long,
love,
till
our
wedding-day.
- Album:
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- The Time Has Come
- A Hazy Shade of Winter
- Classic Anne Briggs: The Complete Topic Recordings
- English Folk Anthology
- A Collection
- New Electric Muse II: The Continuing Story of Folk Into Rock
- Sing a Song for You
- Anne Briggs
- The Iron Muse
- The Essential Guide to Folk
- The Bird In the Bush: Traditional Songs of Love and Lust
- English Originals
- The Acoustic Folk Box
- Anthems in Eden: An Anthology of British & Irish Folk...
- The Bird in the Bush: Traditional Erotic Songs
- Early Morning Hush: Notes From the UK Folk Underground...
- The Iron Muse: A Panorama of Industrial Folk Music
- Beginners Guide To English Folk
- Three Score & Ten - A Journey Back In Time