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Full text of the traditional song
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.
Have her make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without a seam or fine needle work,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Have her wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Have her find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the sea and over the sand,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Plow the land with the horn of a lamb,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
If she tells me she can't, I'll reply,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Let me know that at least she will try,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Love imposes impossible tasks,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Though not more than any heart asks,
And I must know she's a true love of mine.
Dear, when thou hast finished thy task,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Come to me, my hand for to ask,
For then thou art a true love of mine.
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