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.
Tell
her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley,
sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without
no seam nor needle work,
Then
she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell
her to find me an acre of land,
Parsley,
sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between
the salt water and the sea strand,
Then
she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell
her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley,
sage, rosemary and thyme,
And
to 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.
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