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- SCARBOROUGH FAIR / CANTICLE Lyrics
Album: Parsley Sage Rosemary & Thyme 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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