| Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| Remember me to one who lives there
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| For she was once a true love of mine
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| Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| Without no seams nor needlework
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| Then she’ll be a true love of mine
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| Tell her to find me an acre of land
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| Between the salt water and the sea strands
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| Then she’ll be a true lover of mine
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| Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| And gather it all in a bunch of heather
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| And she’ll be a true lover of mine
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| Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
|
| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| Remember me to one who lives there
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| For she was once a true love of mine |