Rise Up Singing: Scarborough Fair
Traditional (Child ballad #2 "The Elfin Knight") Click here for many more old versions of the lyrics: http://www.springthyme.co.uk/ballads/balladtexts/2_ElfinKnight.html Covered by Simon and Garfunkel, Ewan MacColl, among many, many others I can't ever sing this song without hearing Art Garfunkel's sweet voice in my head. Rise Up Singing chapter: Dreams and Fantasies, p.32 Chords: Am - G Am / C Am D Em / Am C - G / Am G Em Am Here's a longer version of the lyrics than what R.U.S. gives: Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine (Those last two lines are used in Bob Dylan's "Girl From the North Country", and each song makes me think of the other for that reason.) Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without any seam or fine needlework And then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell And then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Which never bore blossom since Adam was born And then she'll be a true love of mine Ask her to do me this courtesy Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And ask for a like favour from me And then she'll be a true love of mine Have you been to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me from one who lives there For he once was a true love of mine O will you find me an acre of land? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the sea foam and the salt sea sand Or never be a true love of mine O will you plough it with a ram's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And sow it all over with one peppercorn For then you'll be a true love of mine O will you reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And tie it all up in a peacock's feather (And gather it up with a rope made of heather) For then you'll be a true love of mine When you have done and finished your work Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then come to me for your cambric shirt And you shall be a true love of mine If you say that you can't, then I shall reply Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Oh, Let me know that at least you will try Or you'll never be a true love of mine Love imposes impossible tasks Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme But none more than any heart would ask I must know you're a true love of mine
Traditional (Child ballad #2 "The Elfin Knight") Click here for many more old versions of the lyrics: http://www.springthyme.co.uk/ballads/balladtexts/2_ElfinKnight.html Covered by Simon and Garfunkel, Ewan MacColl, among many, many others I can't ever sing this song without hearing Art Garfunkel's sweet voice in my head. Rise Up Singing chapter: Dreams and Fantasies, p.32 Chords: Am - G Am / C Am D Em / Am C - G / Am G Em Am Here's a longer version of the lyrics than what R.U.S. gives: Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine (Those last two lines are used in Bob Dylan's "Girl From the North Country", and each song makes me think of the other for that reason.) Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without any seam or fine needlework And then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell And then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Which never bore blossom since Adam was born And then she'll be a true love of mine Ask her to do me this courtesy Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And ask for a like favour from me And then she'll be a true love of mine Have you been to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me from one who lives there For he once was a true love of mine O will you find me an acre of land? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the sea foam and the salt sea sand Or never be a true love of mine O will you plough it with a ram's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And sow it all over with one peppercorn For then you'll be a true love of mine O will you reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And tie it all up in a peacock's feather (And gather it up with a rope made of heather) For then you'll be a true love of mine When you have done and finished your work Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then come to me for your cambric shirt And you shall be a true love of mine If you say that you can't, then I shall reply Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Oh, Let me know that at least you will try Or you'll never be a true love of mine Love imposes impossible tasks Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme But none more than any heart would ask I must know you're a true love of mine