Are you going to scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
remember me to one who lives there
she once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(on the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
without no seams nor needlework
(blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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)
parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
(washed is the ground with so many 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
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(war bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(generals order their soldiers to kill)
and to 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 & thyme
remember me to one who lives there
she once was a true love of mine

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