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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.
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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