SCARBOROUGH FAIR
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
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt...
Without any seam or fine needlework..
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
Now he has asked me questions three
I hope he will answer as many for me
Oh, will you find me an acre of land
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Oh, will you plow it with a lamb's horn
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
And when you have done and finished your work
Come to me for your cambric shirt
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SCARBOROUGH FAIR
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
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt...
Without any seam or fine needlework..
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
Now he has asked me questions three
I hope he will answer as many for me
Oh, will you find me an acre of land
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Oh, will you plow it with a lamb's horn
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
And when you have done and finished your work
Come to me for your cambric shirt
___________
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
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt...
Without any seam or fine needlework..
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
Now he has asked me questions three
I hope he will answer as many for me
Oh, will you find me an acre of land
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Oh, will you plow it with a lamb's horn
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
And when you have done and finished your work
Come to me for your cambric shirt
___________