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Scarborough Fair
By Paul Simon &
Garfunkel
Written by Paul Simon
Are you going to
Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary &
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 &
thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on
snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor
needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a
child of the mountains)
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 &
thyme
(Washed is 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 mine
Tell her to reap it in a
sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in
scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary &
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 mine
Are you going to
Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary &
thyme
Remember me to one who
lives there
She once was a true love
of mine
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