| Have you been to scarborough fair
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| Remember me to one that lives there
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| For once she once was a true lover of mine
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| Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| One with no seams, of fine needlework
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| And then she’ll be a true lover of mine
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| Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| That never bore fruit since adam was born
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| And then she’ll be a true lover of mine
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| Ah, can you find me an acre of land
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| Between the salt sea and the sea sand
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| Or never be a true lover of mine
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| And can you plough it with a sheep’s horn
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| And sow it all over with one peppercorn
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| Or never be a true lover of mine
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| And when you have done and finished your work
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| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
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| Then come to me for your cambric shirt
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| And then you’ll be a true lover of mine |