Are you going to Scarborough Fair
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and 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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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
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(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown)
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Without no seams nor needless work
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(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
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Then she'll be a true love of mine
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(Sleeps wnaware 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 sprinking of leaves)
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parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
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(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
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Between the salt water and the sea strands
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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 with a sickle of leather
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(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
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(Generals order their soldier to kill)
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And 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 and 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 & Garfunkel |
