rosemary and thyme. remember me to one who lives there. she once was a true love of mine. on the side of a hill in the deep forest green. tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown. blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
sleeps unaware of the clarion call. tell her to make me a cambric shirt: parsley
sage
rosemary and thyme;
without no seams nor needle work
then she'll be a true love of mine. on the side of a hill in the sprinkling of leaves. washes the grave with silvery tears. a soldier cleans and polishes a gun. sleeps unaware of the clarion call. tell her to find me an acre of land: parsley
sage
rosemary and thyme;
between the salt water and the sea strands
then she'll be a true love of mine. war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions. generals order their soldiers to kill. and to fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten. tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: parsley
sage
rosemary and thyme;
and gather it all in a bunch of heather
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.