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

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

(Oh the sides of a hill in the deep forest green)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown)

Without no seams nor needle work

(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)

Then she'll be a true love of mine

(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me on acre of land

(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and 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 with a sickle of leather

(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalion)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and 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 and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine