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Scarborough Fair
Scarborough Fair

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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 cam - bric shirt:

On the side of a hill

in the deep forest green.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Tracing

of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

Without no seams nor ne-edle work,

Blankets and bedclothes

the child of the

Then she'll be a true love of

mountain

mine.

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to find me an ac - re 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 sol-dier 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 sic-kle of

leather:

War bellows blazing

in scarlet battalions.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Generals

order their soldiers to kill.

And gather it allin a bunch of

heather,

And to fight for a cause

Then

they've long ago forgotten.

she'll be a true love of mine.



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