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Are you going to scarbo-rough fair?
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Parsley, sage, rosema-ry and thyme.
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Re-member me to one who lives there,
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She once was a- true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seams nor needlework,
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 gather it all and bind it with 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. |
