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Scarborough FairAre 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. |