Life in Scarborough is far too pleasant, and the people here will always do their best to create one joy after another, and are happy to try and spread laughter throughout the island. Every night there would be groups of people on some hill or amongst the dry fields, running and shouting with torches for more and more people to join them.
They threw the torches in the stacked grass and wood and started a bonfire, around which they whirled and ****ed and prayed, thanking God for what he had given them. When the ceremony was complete, it ushered in the event they had been waiting for.
Julie was a good dancer, the residents of Scarborough were good dancers, they were natural dancers, whether it was a fluttering swan dance or a lumbering, comical bear dance, there would always be someone who could pull it off and then cause the audience to laugh.
No one would condemn or limit their merriment, and no one would question the future of Scarborough, it was their innate trait, even the nobles who ruled Scarborough would join in with joy, there was never any talk of sinking into merriment, or playfulness, everyone felt that after a day's work a night of relaxation was essential, and that those who did not know how to enjoy life were It is the people who are fools.
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p>Its origins can be traced all the way back to the Middle Ages, and it was later adapted into a song about cherishing life and longing for peace. It was once regarded as a favorite by young students in the 1960s, perhaps remembering the innocence and beautiful love of youth on the one hand, and weaving a fairy tale about war with dreamy tunes and soft singing on the other, its melody always touching everyone's heartstrings.
The song's recurring refrain of "there's parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme" is full of nostalgia, and fills one with a longing for the town of Scarborough.