*Paul smiles with pleasure at the sound of the harp, and looks regretfully at his flute.* Probably better to sing, at least until I've found if it's only Greensleeves.
*He begins to sing, and Will joins in.*
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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*He begins to sing, and Will joins in.*
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.