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SCARBOROUGH FAIR

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 any seam or needlework.
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 plow it all with a ram’s horn.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
And sow it all over with one peppercorn.
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 gather it all with a peacock’s feather.
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.

Traditional Scottish



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