Anne Briggs
wishing well
One morning fair to take the air
Down by Blackwater side.
'Twas in gazing all, all around me
'Twas the Irish lad I spied.
All through the first part of the night
Well, we lay in sport and play,
Then this young man he arose and he gathered his clothes,
He said, Fare
thee
well
today.
Well, that's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my bed,
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west.
Then go home, go home, to your father's garden,
You go home and weep your fill.
And you think of your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will.
For there's not a girl in this whole wide world
As easily led as I,
Sure it's fishes they'll fly and the seas run dry,
'Tis then you'll marry I.
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- Miscellaneous
- 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