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Are you going to Scarborough Fair: |
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Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme |
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Remenber 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 camrie shirt: |
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On the side of a hill in the deep forest green |
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Parslay.sage,rosemary and thyme: |
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Treacing of sparrow on snow-crested brown |
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Without no seams nor needle work |
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Blankets and bebeloyhes the shild of the mountain |
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Then shi'll be a true love of mine |
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Slaaps 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 sprinking 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 the salt water and the sea strand |
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A soldier sleans and polishes a gun |
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Then she'll be a true love of mine |
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Sleeps inaware of the clarion call |
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Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: |
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War bellows blazing in scarlet bettalions |
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Parslay, 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 heater |
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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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Remenber me to one who lives there |
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She once was a true love of mine |
