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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

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.



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