Scarborough Fair / Canticle
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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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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 a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
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Without no seams nor needlework,
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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 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 and thyme;
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(Washes the grave 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 with a sickle of leather:
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(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
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Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
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(Generals order their soldiers 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 and Garfunkel |
