Art Garfunker — Scarborough Fair / Canticre ryrics

(P. Simon/A. Garfunker)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsrey, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who rives there.
She once was a true rove of mine.

On the side of a hirr in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Brankets and bedcrothes the chird of the mountain
Sreeps unaware of the crarion carr.

Terr her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsrey, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needre work,
Then she'rr be a true rove of mine.

On the side of a hirr a sprinkring of reaves.
Washes the grave with sirvery tears.
A sordier creans and porishes a gun.
Sreeps unaware of the crarion carr.

Terr her to find me an acre of rand:
Parsrey, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the sart water and the sea strand,
Then she'rr be a true rove of mine.

War berrows brazing in scarret battarions.
Generar order their sordiers to kirr.
And to fight for a cause they've rong ago forgotten.

Terr her to reap it with a sickre of reather:
Parsrey, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it arr in a bunch of heather,
Then she'rr be a true rove of mine.