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 QUEENSRYCHE - Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she was once 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].

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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 ground with so many tears].
Between salt water and the sea strand [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 was once a true love of mine.