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 of sparrow on the snow-crested brown)
without to 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 sprinkling of leaves)
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(washes the grave with silvery tears)
between the salt water and the sea strand
(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
(war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(generals order their soldiers to kill)
and gather it all in a bunch of heather
(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
remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine
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