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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 forest green

Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown

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;

Without no seams nor needle work

Then she'll be a true love of mine

On the side of a hill a sprinkling 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 strand

Then she'll be a true love of mineWar bellows blazing in scarlet battalions

General order their soldiers to kill

And to fight for a cause they've long 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 heather

Then she'll be a true love of mine