Lyrics:

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary, and
thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love
of mineTell her to make me a cambric shirt(On the side of a hill
in the deep forest green)Parsley, sage, rosemary, and
thyme(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)Without no seams
nor needlework(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, a sprinkling of leaves)Parsley, sage, rosemary,
and thyme(Washes the ground with so many tears)Between the salt
water and the sea strand(A soldier cleans and polishes a
gun)Then she'll be a true love of mineTell her to reap it
in a sickle of leather(War bellows, blazing in scarlet
battalions)Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme(Generals order
their soldiers to kill)And to 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 mineAre you going
to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeRemember
me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine
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