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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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OriginalB3. THE ELFIN KNIGHT
SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE, PROVIDED WITH THE ELFIN KNIGHT, WHITTINGHAM FAIR AND ROSEMARY LANE, AND WITH AN APPENDIX ON RIDDLES WISELY EXPOUNDEDTHE ELFIN KNIGHT
A1. SCARBOROUGH FAIR
There stands three trumpeters on yon hill
Blaw, blaw, blaw, winds, blaw
And they blaw their trumpets sae loud and shrill
And the wind it blaws aye my plaid awa'.

Gin I'd his trumpet in my kist
And was in the lad's arms that I like best
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
Gin ye would be wed wi' me
There's ae thing ye maun dae for me
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
Gin I mak' a leather sark for thee
There's ae thing ye maun dae for me
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
My faither has an acre o' land
Ye maun plough it wi' you ae hand
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
Ye maun sow it wantin' corn
And roll it wi' a sheep's shank-bone
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.
Ye maun shear it wi' a scythe o' leather
And bind it wi' a peacock's feather
2. CANTICLE
Ye maun stook it in the sea
And bring the whaetsheaf dry to me
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.
And gin ye wark noo all this wark
Come to me and you'll get your sark.


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