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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 ground 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 strands A soldier 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 battalions Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Generals order their soldiers to kill SongtexteAnd 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 Aus Songtexte Mania