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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 was once a true love of mine. |
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt |
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(Down in the deep forest green). |
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Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
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(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground). |
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Without a seam or needle work |
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(Blankets and echoes the child of the mountain). |
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Then he'll be a true love of mine |
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(Sleeps on the wing of the clarion call). |
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Tell him to find me an acre of land |
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(One with a sprinkling of leaves). |
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Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
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(Washes the path of sunlight and tears). |
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Between salt water and the sea strand |
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(He cleans and polishes by hand). |
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Then he'll be a true love of mine. |
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(Be a true love of mine) |
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Tell him to reap it in a sickle of blood |
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(Blazing in scarlet battalion). |
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Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
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(Generals order their soldiers to kill). |
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And gather it all and to fight for our gaurd |
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(For reasons they'd long ago forgotten). |
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Then he'll be a true love of mine. |
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(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 was once a true love of mine. |