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  • Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
    Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
    Remenber me to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine
    Tell her to make me a camrie shirt:
    On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
    Parslay.sage,rosemary and thyme:
    Treacing of sparrow on snow-crested brown
    Without no seams nor needle work
    Blankets and bebeloyhes the shild of the mountain
    Then shi'll be a true love of mine
    Slaaps unaware of the clarion call
    Tell her to find me an acre of land:
    On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves
    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme:
    Washes the grave with silvery tears
    Between the salt water and the sea strand
    A soldier sleans and polishes a gun
    Then she'll be a true love of mine
    Sleeps inaware of the clarion call
    Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
    War bellows blazing in scarlet bettalions
    Parslay, sage rosemary and thyme
    Generals order their soldiers to kill
    And gather it all in a bunch of heater
    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 and thyme
    Remenber me to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine
  • Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
    Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
    Remenber me to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine
    Tell her to make me a camrie shirt:
    On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
    Parslay.sage,rosemary and thyme:
    Treacing of sparrow on snow-crested brown
    Without no seams nor needle work
    Blankets and bebeloyhes the shild of the mountain
    Then shi'll be a true love of mine
    Slaaps unaware of the clarion call
    Tell her to find me an acre of land:
    On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves
    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme:
    Washes the grave with silvery tears
    Between the salt water and the sea strand
    A soldier sleans and polishes a gun
    Then she'll be a true love of mine
    Sleeps inaware of the clarion call
    Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
    War bellows blazing in scarlet bettalions
    Parslay, sage rosemary and thyme
    Generals order their soldiers to kill
    And gather it all in a bunch of heater
    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 and thyme
    Remenber me to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine