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.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, (a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown) Without no seams nor needle work, (blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine. (sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land, (on the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (washes the grave with silvery tears) Between the salt water and the sea strand, (a soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine. (sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, (war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (general order their soldiers to kill) And gather it all in a bunch of heather, (and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten) Then she'll be a true love of mine.
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.
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