Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
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Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
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Remember me to one who lives there
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She once was a true love of mine
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
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(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
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Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
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(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
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Without no seams nor needlework
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(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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Then she'll be a true love of mine
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(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
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Tell her to find me an acre of land
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(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
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Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
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(Washed is the ground with so many tears)
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Between the salt water and the sea strand
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(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
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Then she'll be a true love of mine
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Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
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(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
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Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
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(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
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And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
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(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
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Then she'll be a true love of mine
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
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Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
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Remember me to one who lives there
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She once was a true love of mine
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Scarborough Fair/Canticle
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| Simon And Garfunkel |
