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.
On the side of a hill in the deep fo
rest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested b
rown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of
the mountain.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Withour no seams nor needle work.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill a sprinking of
leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea s
trand.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
War bellows blazing in scarlet batta
lions.
Generals order their soldiers to kil
l.
And to fight for a cause they've lon
g ago forgotten.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of
leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heat
her,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
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