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 the seams, nor 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 reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
And bind it all in a bunch of heather, 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.



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Simon, Arthur Garfunkel
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