A modern folk song based on an old one, 'Scarborough Fair'.


Rivington Fair

Are you going to Rivington Fair?
Barley, hops, apples and vine,
Remember me to one who lives there
Amidst the oak and towering pine.

Ask her to make me a heather bed,
Deep and soft to let us entwine,
We'll lie together with stars overhead,
For she was once a true love of mine.

Ask her to brew some nettle beer,
We'll drink as one from a lovers' cup,
The first taste fills us with heady cheer,
But the sting is felt in the last sup.

Ask her to blow on a dandelion clock,
Send its seeds windward one at a time,
I'll come to her as soon as I dock,
For she was once a true love of mine.

Ask her make me a Valentine card,
Pledging truly she'll wait for me,
But requiting I'll find bitterly hard,
For tomorrow I'm going back to sea.

Are you going to Rivington Fair?
Barley, hops, apples and vine,
Remember me to one who lives there
Amidst the oak and towering pine.


Chris Fernie, 2009












Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-06-17 at 10:24

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Rob Graber
Nice adaptation!

PS: Prestige-dialect English would call for "lie" in line 7.
2009-06-17