Scarborough Fair/Canticle, provided with The Elfin Knight, Whittingham Fair and Rosemary Lane, and with an Appendix on Riddles Wisely Expounded

Simon & Garfunkel
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Tear me apart and boil my bones
I'll not rest till
She's lost Her throne
My aim is true
My message is clear
It's curtains for you
Elizabeth my dear

There stands three trumpeters on yon hill
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
And they blaw their trumpets sae loud and shrill
And the wind it blaws my plaid awa'

Gin I'd his trumpet in my kist
And was in the lad's arms that I like best

Gin ye would be wed wi' me
There's ae thing ye maun dae for me

Ye maun mak' me a linen sark
Without a stitch o' needlewark

Ye maun wash it in yon draw-well
Where water never sprang or fell

Ye maun drt't on yon hawthorn
That hasna seen blossom since man was born

And gin I mak'a sark for thee
There's ae thing ye maun dae for me

My faither has an acre o' land
Ye maun plough it wi' you ae hand

Ye maun sow it wantin' corn
And roll it wi' a sheep's shank-bone

Ye maun shear it wi' a scythe o' leather
And bind it wi' a peacock's feather

Ye maun stook it in the sea
And bring the whaetsheaf dry to me

And gin ye wark noo all this wark
Come to me and you'll get your sark

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