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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C2. SCARBOROUGH FAIR

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 Are you going to Scarborough Fair?     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there,     For once he was a true love of mine. Tell him to make me a cambric shirt,     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without a seam or needlework,     And he shall be a true love of mine. Tell him to wash it in yonder dry well,     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Where water ne'er sprang nor drop of rain fell,     And he shall be a true love of mine. Tell him to hang it on yonder thorn,     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,     And he shall be a true love of mine Oh can you find me an acre of land,     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the sea foam and the sea sand,     And you shall be a true love of mine.