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

Simon & Garfunkel

Originale

B2. THE ELFIN KNIGHT. La versione cantata nel 1955 da Martha...

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.

THE ELFIN KNIGHT O fetch to me aye a Holland shirt, Aye thout either needle or needle work. For you'll wash it in to yon draw well Where there never was water nor one drop o dew fell. For you'll hing it oer yon Thornhaugh bush, Where there never was thorns since Adam was born. And it's ho, ho the wind'll blow. For you'll fetch to me two acres of land Between thon salt sea and thon salt sea strand. For you'll ploo it up with a devil tup's horn, You will sew it ower with one grain of corn, And it's ho, ho the wind'll blow. For you will ripen it up with one blink o sand, You'll cut it down with a pea-hen's feather. You'll stook it up by the stung of a nettle, And it's ho, ho the wind'll blow. For you'll yoke two sparrows in a matchbox, An cart it home to your own farm yard, And it's ho, ho the wind'll blow. For surely when you put such task on me, I'll surely put aye as hard on you. You'll, how many ships sails in thy forest? How many strawberries grows on the salt sea? And it's ho, ho the wind'll blow.