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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