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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(
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 her 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 her 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 Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
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