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 salt water and the sea strand When she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And 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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