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Are you going to Scarborough Fair 4 m/ A; s/ |. t3 m" t% a5 z7 e6 m
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Remember me to one who lives there # D/ n- W2 h% p. E; K( {9 k# kShe once was a true love of mine 9 R/ D- x0 p8 ~ @ 3 O, [" H7 w' }" z$ e; L. fTell her to make me a cambric shirt : K" z$ J2 {: M' `1 I(Oh the side of a hill in the deep forest green) . G0 J1 ~! H) G, L5 O* V! ?2 e
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Without no seams nor needle work + e# c) Z0 I3 d1 a! G% Q" y(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) 1 ^8 V1 X _/ ^8 [) sThen she’ll be true love of mine & F m F3 N- y* o+ z(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) : n3 H. R! P0 g2 E3 Y3 w6 z
! {0 |& G$ V# x$ t1 H) y0 iTell her to find me an acre of land 8 B8 K0 z* r4 C0 {(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) 2 v3 I( N4 B9 f1 T r
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme / K2 z( U( x+ T8 y+ L3 h0 h h, _(Washes the grave with silvery tears) 9 o/ s, K& ~9 Q; K LBetween the salt water and the sea strand 8 P% k' U/ w8 T V, q% @(A soldier cleans and publishes a gun) 4 @* ^: N* [6 v% x# x6 j8 _4 N' BThen she’ll be a true love of mine % A$ p4 D" S+ Z& F6 A " j" g$ L7 D: x) M( D7 r3 jTell her to reap it with a sickle of leather 9 g- {, L3 H# A( [5 D/ Y
(War bells blazing in scarlet battalion) # U9 } R. ~% V5 {7 A3 t
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme / C, I- {8 n" p% c0 o7 P(Generals order their soldiers to kill) ) p w/ L+ F1 m! p( ~6 yAnd gather it all in a bunch of heather 4 a0 b3 r5 s: y4 y; S(And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten) 5 b, [; e7 f8 i. }, T+ pThen she’ll be a true love of mine 3 {: ]+ R; N" M5 x/ Y& g$ U9 Z# M. B/ O2 B* Q7 @