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Are you going to Scarborough Fair? |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, |
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Remember me to one who lives there, |
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For once she 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 and thyme, |
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Without no seam nor needlework, |
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And 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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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, |
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Between the salt water and the sea strand, |
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And then she'll be a true love of mine. |
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Tell her to plough it with a lamb's horn, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, |
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And to sow it all o'er with one peppercorn, |
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And then she'll be a true love of mine. |
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Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, |
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And to thrash it all out with a bunch of heather, |
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And 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 and thyme, |
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Remember me to one who lives there, |
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For once she was a true love of mine. |
