Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 10

"Bromford Fair / Canticle"

Are you going to Bromford Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

Tell Ir to make me a cambric shirt

(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

Parsely, sage, rosemary and 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 Ir to find me an acre of land

(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsely, sage, rosemary and 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 Ir to reap it in a sickle of leather

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And to gather it all in a bunch of heather

(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Bromford Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine.