Scarborough FairAre 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 has finished thy task, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Come to me, my hand for to ask, For thou then art a true love of mine.
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