Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Faire
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lived there
She once was a true love of mine

Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams, no fine needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Gather it up in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Riesterer, Lena Lapschansky, Traditional
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