Scarborough Fair

Have you been to scarborough fair

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Remember me to one that lives there

For once she once was a true lover of mine.



Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

One with no seams, of fine needlework

And then she'll be a true lover of mine.



Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

That never bore fruit since adam was born

And then she'll be a true lover of mine.



Ah, can you find me an acre of land

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Between the salt sea and the sea sand

Or never be a true lover of mine.



And can you plough it with a sheep's horn

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

And sow it all over with one peppercorn

Or never be a true lover of mine.



And when you have done and finished your work

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Then come to me for your cambric shirt

And then you'll be a true lover of mine.


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