Scarborough Fair / Canticle Lyrics

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
- On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
- Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Without no seams nor needlework
- 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 an acre of land
- On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
- Washes the ground with so many 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
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
- Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to 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.