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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 a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor 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 to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she
´ll be a true love of mine.
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.
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