Scarborough Fair/Canticle, provided with The Elfin Knight, Whittingham Fair and Rosemary Lane, and with an Appendix on Riddles Wisely Expounded
Simon & Garfunkel| D1. WHITTINGHAM FAIR | |
| SCARBOROUGH FAIR Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For once she was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without no seam nor needlework, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea strand, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to plough it with a lamb's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And to sow it all o'er with one peppercorn, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And to thrash it all out with a bunch of heather, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For once she was a true love of mine. | 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. |
