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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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
[A hill in the deep forest green]
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
[Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown]
Without no seams nor needle work,
[Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain]
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
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[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 the salt water and the sea strand,
[A soldier cleans and polishes a gun]
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
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[Sleeps unaware of the clarion call]
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
[War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions]
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
[General 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.
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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.
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