(A\N: the original song is "Scarborough Fair/Canticle" by Simon and Garfunkel, but I wrote my own lyrics)
Don't you know the sweetest of things
Flowers, plums, buttermilk and rhyme
But bitterness on my tongue still stings
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a fabric bloom
Flowers, plums, buttermilk and rhyme
Without no thorns nor trace of the loom
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Flowers, plums, buttermilk and rhyme
Where plums grow freely, with no help from man
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to dress in flowers, plums, and silk
Flowers, plums, buttermilk and rhyme
And sooth me in rhymes as sweet as buttermilk
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Don't you know the sweetest of things
Flowers, plums, buttermilk and rhyme
But bitterness in my heart still stings
She once was a true love of mine