No one mentioned this version of "Scarborough Faire" which I learned from a Mick Hanly album and I believe he got from "More Irish Street Ballads"
I think a its great alternative to the sappy "Partially sage, rosemary etc."
It seems they are all sexual riddles, I wonder are there older versions of this song, was riddling a favorite Anglo-Saxon form of literature?

Rosemary Faire
As sung by Mick Hanly

You may go down to Rosemary Faire
Every rose grows merry and fine
Find for me the finest girl there
And she can be a true lover of mine

Have her make me a cambric shirt
Every rose . . .(refrain)
Without thread or needle work
And she can be. . . (refrain-she)

Have her wash it in yonder well
(ref.)
With water that never was rain that fell
(refrain-she)

Have her hang it on a thorn
(ref.)
That never did bloom since Adam was born
(refrain-she)

Have her bring it to Rosemary Faire
(ref.)
When she arrives there'll be nobody there
(refrain-she)

Since you've been so hard upon me
(ref.)
I will be as hard upon thee
And he can be a true lover of mine (refrain-he)

Have him find me an acre of land
(ref.)
Between the salt sea and the salt sea strand
(refrain-he)

Have him plow it with a horn
(ref.)
And sew it all with a single corn
(refrain-he)

Have him cut it with a feather
(ref.)
And bind it up with stockings of leather
(refrain-he)

Have him cart it on a snail
(ref.)
And thresh it down with a mousie's tail
(refrain-he)

Have him bring it to Rosemary Faire
(ref.)
When he arrives there'll be nobody there
(refrain-he)