Scarborough Fair

　　 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 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 grave wIth sIlvery tears).

　　 Between salt water and the sea strands (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, 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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