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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 (Oh the side of a hill in the deep forest green) |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown) |
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Without no seams nor needle work (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) |
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Then she`ll be ture love of main (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) |
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Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears) |
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Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and publishes 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 (War bells blazing in scarlet battalion) |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) |
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And gather it all in a bunch of heather (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 Scar borough 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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Are you going to Scar borough Fair |
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Parsley sage rosemary and thyme |
|
Remember me to one who lives there |
|
She once was a true love of mine |
|
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (Oh the side of a hill in the deep forest green) |
|
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown) |
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Without no seams nor needle work (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) |
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Then she`ll be ture love of main (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) |
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Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears) |
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Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and publishes 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 (War bells blazing in scarlet battalion) |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) |
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And gather it all in a bunch of heather (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 Scar borough 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 |