OLD ENGLISH SONG SMASHED together with Dylan’s version. Not sure if Dylan actually wrote or compiled Girl of the North Country. Some things are just mysteries.
Todd Lane and I sang it George and Tammy style, one mike. I’m sure in his mind as well, we were wearing rhinestones and cowboy hats.
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair,
Parley, 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,
Parley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seams nor needlework,
She once was a true love of mine
See for me if her hair hangs long,
Curls and flows, down her breast,
See for me if her hair hangs long,
That’s the way I remember her best
Sometimes I wonder if she remembers me at all,
Many times I’ve often prayed,
In the stillness of my night,
In the darkness of my days.
So if you’re going to Scarborough Fair,
Parley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine
