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
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
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
(Washed the grave with silvery tears).
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And bind it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
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