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