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Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - Remember me to one who lives there, For he once was a true love of mine. Tel him to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - Without any seam or needlework, And then he'll be a true love of mine. Tell him to wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - Where water never sprang nor drop of rain fell, And then he'll be a true love of mine. Tell him to dry it on younder thorne Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - Which never bore blossom since Adam was born, And the he'll be a true love of mine. Oh will you find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - between the sea foam and the sea sand, or never be a true love of mine. Then will you plough it with a lamb's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - and sow it all over with one peppercorn, or never be a true love of mine. And when you have done and finished your work Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - The come to me for your cambric shirt, And you shall be a true love of mine. |
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