The Blog Of Silence

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SCARBOROUGH FAIR / CANTICLE


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
               On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
                   Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Without no seam nor needlework
                 Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains
Then she'll be a true love of mine
                      Sleeps unaware of the clarion call

Tell her to find me an acre of land
             On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
                    Washes the grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strand
                    A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
                  War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
                    Generals order their soldiers to kill
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
                And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
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