| 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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| He once was a true love of mine
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| Tell him to buy me a cambric skirt
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| (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
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| Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
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| (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
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| Without no seams nor needlework
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| (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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| Then he’ll be a true love of mine
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| (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
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| Tell him to find me an acre of land
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
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| Remember me to one who lives there
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| He once was a true love of mine.
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| (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
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| Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
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| (Washed is the ground with so many tears)
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| Between the salt water and the sea strand
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| (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
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| Then he’ll be a true love of mine |