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Are you going to Scarborough Fair |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme |
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Remember me to one who lives there |
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She once was a true love of mine |
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt |
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(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)? |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme |
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(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown) |
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Without no seams nor needle work |
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(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) |
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Then she`ll be a true love of mine |
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(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) |
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Tell her to find me an acre of land |
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(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme |
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(Washes the grave with silvery tears) |
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Between salt water and the sea strands |
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(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) |
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Then she`ll be a true love of mine |
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Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather |
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(War bells blazing in scarlet battalion) |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme |
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(Generals order their soldiers to kill) |
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And gather it all in a bunch of heather |
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(And to fight for a cause they`ve long ago forgotten) |
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Then she`ll be a true love of mine |
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair |
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Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme |
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Remember me to one who lives there |
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She once was a true love of mine |
