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 Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground Without no seams 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 Washed is 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 Parsely, sage, rosemary & 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 & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine