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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 Whittingham Fair?
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
    She once was a true lover of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any stitches or needlework,
    Then she'll be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Where water ne'er sprung nor a drop of rain fell,
    Then she'll be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to hang it on yonder thorn,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
That never bore blossom since Adam was born,
    Then she'll be a true lover of mine.

Now he has asked me questions three,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
I hope that he'll answer as many for me,
    Then he'll be a true lover of mine.

Tell him to find me an acre of land,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Betwixt the salt water and the sea sand,
    Then he'll be a true lover of mine.

Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
    Then he'll be a true lover of mine.

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather,
    Then he'll be a true lover of mine.

When he has done and finished his work,
    Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Well, tell him to come and tear up his shirt,
    And he'll be a true lover of mine.


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