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Are you goin' 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 -
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
- Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground -
Without no seams nor needlework
- Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain -
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 -
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
- Washes the grave with silvery tears -
Between salt water and the sea strands
- 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 -
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
- Generals order their soldiers to kill -
And 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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