Scarborough Fair-canticle Lyrics

Scarborough Fair-canticle

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and
thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of
mine.

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of
sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the
mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to make me a
cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor
needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

On the side of a
hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A
soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion
call.

Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary
and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a
true love of mine.

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General
order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago
forgotten.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley,
sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then
she'll be a true love of mine.