Scarborough Fair/Canticle, provided with The Elfin Knight, Whittingham Fair and Rosemary Lane, and with an Appendix on Riddles Wisely Expounded
Simon & GarfunkelOriginale | B3b. THE ELFIN KNIGHT - Ewan McColl & Peggy Seeger |
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. | THE ELFIN KNIGHT 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 |