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Lyrics for 'Scarborough Fair Canticle' by 'Simon And Garfunkel'
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,
(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 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 The Salt Water And The Sea Strand,
(a Soldier Cleans And Polishes A Gun)
Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine.
(sleeps Unaware Of The Clarion Call)
Tell Her To Reap It With A Sickle Of Leather,
(war Bellows Blazing In Scarlet Battalions)
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme;
(general 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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