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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

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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

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

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt,
    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without a seam or needlework,
    And he shall be a true love of mine.

Tell him to wash it in yonder dry well,
    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Where water ne'er sprang nor drop of rain fell,
    And he shall be a true love of mine.

Tell him to hang it on yonder thorn,
    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
    And he shall be a true love of mine

Oh can you find me an acre of land,
    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the sea foam and the sea sand,
    And you shall be a true love of mine.


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