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

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without a seam or needle work.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
And tie up the sheaves with a rope made of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to wait where the Gallow God hangs
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And weep for the fall, and the rising of man
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to bring me the wisdom she finds
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Up from the well and into the sky
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Somber grave grows marry with time.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was the true love of mine.

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