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Scarborough Fair/Canticle, provided with The Elfin Knight, Whittingham Fair and Rosemary Lane, and with an Appendix on Riddles Wisely Expounded

Simon & Garfunkel
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SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE, PROVIDED WITH THE ELFIN KNIGHT, WHITTINGHAM FAIR AND ROSEMARY LANE, AND WITH AN APPENDIX ON RIDDLES WISELY EXPOUNDED


A1. SCARBOROUGH FAIR


Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.

2. CANTICLE


On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
Washed is the ground with so many tears
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.

SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE, PROVIDED WITH THE ELFIN KNIGHT, WHITTINGHAM FAIR AND ROSEMARY LANE, AND WITH AN APPENDIX ON RIDDLES WISELY EXPOUNDED


My plaid awa, my plaid awa,
And ore the hill and far awa,
And far awa to Norrowa,
My plaid shall not be blowen awa.

The elphin knight sits on yon hill,
Ba, ba, ba, lilli ba
He blaws his horn both lowd and shril.
The wind hath blowen my plaid awa

He blowes it east, he blowes it west,
He blowes it where he lyketh best.

"I wish that horn were in my kist,
Yea, and the knight in my armes two."

She had no sooner these words said,
When that the knight came to her bed.

"Thou art over young a maid," quoth he,
"Married with me thou il wouldst be."

"I have a sister younger than I,
And she was married yesterday."

"Married with me if thou wouldst be,
A courtesie thou must do to me.

"For thou must shape a sark to me,
Without any cut or heme," quoth he.

"Thou must shape it knife-and-sheerlesse,
And also sue it needle-threadlesse."

"If that piece of courtesie I do to thee,
Another thou must do to me.

"I have an aiker of good ley-land,
Which lyeth low by yon sea-strand.

"For thou must eare it with thy horn,
So thou must sow it with thy corn.

"And bigg a cart of stone and lyme,
Robin Redbreast he must trail it hame.

"Thou must barn it in a mouse-holl,
And thrash it into thy shoes' soll.

"And thou must winnow it in thy looff,
And also seck it in thy glove.

"For thou must bring it over the sea,
And thou must bring it dry home to me.

"When thou hast gotten thy turns well done,
Then come to me and get thy sark then."

"I'l not quite my plaid for my life;
It haps my seven bairns and my wife."
The wind shall not blow my plaid awa

"My maidenhead I'l then keep still,
Let the elphin knight do what he will."
The wind's not blawen my plaid awa



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