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 As you will go down Rosemary Lane, Where every rose grows merry and fine, Oh, you'll pick me out the finest girl there, And I will make her a true lover of mine. Oh, tell her to get me a camberic shirt, Every rose grows merry and fine, To be done without needle or needle's work, And then she will be a true lover of mine. And tell her to wash it in yonder well, Every rose grows merry and fine, Where water ne'er sprung nor rain never fall, Then she will be a true lover of mine. And tell her to dry it on yonder sharp thorn, Every rose grows merry and fine, For one of her rose since Adam was born, Then she will be a true lover of mine. When she is finished all of her work, Every rose grows merry and fine, Oh, tell her I'll got her camberic shirt, Then she will be a true lover of mine. And as you will go down Rosemary Lane, Where every rose grows merry and fine, Oh, you'll pick me out the finest boy there, And I will make him a true lover of mine. Tell him to get me an acre of land, Every rose grows merry and fine, Between the salt sea and the salt-sea sand, And then he will be a true lover of mine. Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn, Every rose grows merry and fine, And sow it all over with one ben of corn, Then he will be a true lover of mine. Tell him to reap it with a cock's feather, Every rose grows merry and fine, And bind it all over with strappings of leather, Then he will be a true lover of mine. And tell him to drive home on a snail, Every rose grows merry and fine, And thrash it all over with a mouse's tail, And then he will be a true lover of mine. And when he has finished all of his work, Every rose grows merry and fine, Oh, tell him to call for his camberic shirt, And then he will be a true lover of mine. |