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Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seams or needle work
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Have him find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be a true love of mine

If he tells me he can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know at least he will try
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know he's a true love of mine


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