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 (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 a 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 grave with silvery tears)

Between the salt water and the sea strands (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 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