- 'Ha-'rey 'Krish'na 'Ha-'rey 'Krish'na , 'Krish'na 'Krish'na 'Ha-'rey 'Ha-'rey -

- 'Ha-'rey 'Raa'ma 'Ha-'rey 'Raa'ma , 'Raa'ma 'Raa'ma 'Ha-'rey 'Ha-'rey -

- 'Jai'ya 'Sh'ree 'Krish'na 'Chai'ton'ya! 'P'rub'hou-'Nit'yaa'nun'da! 'Sh'ree 'Ud'd'v'wai'ta! -

- 'Jai'ya 'Gud'dud'ha'ra! 'Sh'ree'v'va's'adi! 'Jai'ya 'G'aurr'a 'B'huk'ta 'V''rin'da! -

- "Scarborough Fair" -

(Simon & Garfunkel)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair...
Parsley, sage, 'p'rus'saa'dum, and thyme
Remember me to the one who loves there;
They once were a true love of mine.

Tell them to make me a 'ker'ta for shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, 'p'rus'saa'dum, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then they'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell them to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, 'p'rus'saa'dum, and thyme
(Washes the ground with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then they'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of weather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, 'p'rus'saa'dum, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then they'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, 'p'rus'saa'dum, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there;
They once were a true love of mine.

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- 'Ha-'rey 'Krish'na 'Ha-'rey 'Krish'na , 'Krish'na 'Krish'na 'Ha-'rey 'Ha-'rey -

- 'Ha-'rey 'Raa'ma 'Ha-'rey 'Raa'ma , 'Raa'ma 'Raa'ma 'Ha-'rey 'Ha-'rey -

- 'Ha-'rey 'Krish'na 'Ha-'rey 'Krish'na , 'Krish'na 'Krish'na 'Ha-'rey 'Ha-'rey -

- 'Ha-'rey 'Raa'ma 'Ha-'rey 'Raa'ma , 'Raa'ma 'Raa'ma 'Ha-'rey 'Ha-'rey -

('Ha-'rey 'Krish'na!)