Cm95-ScarboroughFair(straight_four)
Javolenus
Traditional English folk song. This lyrical version dates from around 1880, although the song’s origins are lost in the mists of time. But I changed the beat from 3/4 to straight 4/4. Ideally the vocal should be carried by both a male and female singer, but as I had no diva handy I had to do it all myself. Would be nice if some other vocalist(s)/mixer/producer picked up on this and took it up a notch. Basically I’m demo-ing the idea and am happy if others feel like taking it on. The backing is there just as an illustration of how the song could be done (was put together very quickly), and it consists of live vox+guitars plus MIDI/VST. I’ll add the live audio stems, including dry vocals. I’ll paste the lyrics below:
SCARBOROUGH FAIR (version c. 1880)
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,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without seams or needlework,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where never spring water or rain fell,
And she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
That never blossomed since Adam was born,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
***
Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he’ll answer as many for me
Before he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between salt water and the sea sand,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to plough it with a ram’s horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it with one pepper corn,
And he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to reap with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it all with a peacock feather.
And he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And never let one corn of it fall,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine.
When he has done and finished his work.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme:
Oh, tell him come and he’ll have his shirt,
And he’ll be a true love of mine.
SCARBOROUGH FAIR (version c. 1880)
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,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without seams or needlework,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where never spring water or rain fell,
And she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
That never blossomed since Adam was born,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
***
Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he’ll answer as many for me
Before he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between salt water and the sea sand,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to plough it with a ram’s horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it with one pepper corn,
And he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to reap with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it all with a peacock feather.
And he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And never let one corn of it fall,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine.
When he has done and finished his work.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme:
Oh, tell him come and he’ll have his shirt,
And he’ll be a true love of mine.