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▶ Scarborough Fair - Sarah Brightman
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 snow crested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work,
(Blankets and bed cloths
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 sprinking of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water
and the sea
Stand.
(A solider 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 hattallons)
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're long
ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love
of mine.
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