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from DAREDEMO PICASO lylics Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For she once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without no seam nor fine needlework, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Which never bore blossom since Adam was born, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Ask her to do me this courtesy, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And ask for a like favour from me, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Have you been to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me from one who lives there, For he once was a true love of mine. Ask him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea-sand, For then he'll be a true love of mine. Ask him to plough it with a sheep's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And sow it all over with one peppercorn, For then he'll be a true love of mine. Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And gather it up with a rope made of heather, For then he'll be a true love of mine. When he has done and finished his work, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Ask him to come for his <b>...</b> |
