The "Scarborough Fair" Canticle:
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.
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 (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
Today we have the
"Naming of Parts"