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minervasoloOne of the CD's a bought today was The Celtic Chillout Album. I admit, I mostsly bought it because it was £2.99, but the seller was the fact it has 'Scarborough Fair'. As it turns out, none of the tracks have any singing, even the traditional folk songs, which is a pity, but it's still gorgeous music. Anyway, as a result I went and looked up the 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 a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
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.
Reading them, I was amused. No wonder she 'once was a true love' and isn't any more. He's being a contrary bastard! She's going to remember him and go "Oh, yeah, that guy. God, I was an idiot when I was younger."
(I'm bored, okay? I'm not hungry, so there's no point making dinner, and there's nothing on TV or online. I'm killing time til writing soc. Entertain me?)
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 a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
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.
Reading them, I was amused. No wonder she 'once was a true love' and isn't any more. He's being a contrary bastard! She's going to remember him and go "Oh, yeah, that guy. God, I was an idiot when I was younger."
(I'm bored, okay? I'm not hungry, so there's no point making dinner, and there's nothing on TV or online. I'm killing time til writing soc. Entertain me?)
