Scaraborough Fair Lyrics

Verse one:
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.
Verse two:
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Verse three:
Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strands
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Verse four:
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And bind it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine

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