| Are you going to scarborough fair?
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
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| Remember me to one who lives there
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| She once was a true love of mine
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| Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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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| Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
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| Between the salt water and the sea strand
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| Then she’ll be a true love of mine
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| Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
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| Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
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| And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
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| Then she’ll be a true love of mine
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| Are you going to scarborough fair?
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
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| Remember me to one who lives there
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| She once was a true love of mine |