Are you going
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to Scarborough Fair
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Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme
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Remember me to one
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who lives there
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She was once a true love of mine
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Tell her to make me
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a cambric shirt
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Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme
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Without no seams nor needle work
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Then she'll be
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a true love of mine
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Tell her to find me
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an acre of land
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Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme
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Between the salt water
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and the sea strands
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Then she'll be
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a true love of mine
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Tell her to reap it with
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a sickle of leather
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Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme
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And gather it all
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in a bunch of heather
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Then she'll be
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a true love of mine
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Are you going to
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Scarborough Fair
|
Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme
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Remember me to one
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who lives there
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She was once a true love of mine
|
est
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Yes, you are now rocking,
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you are now rocking,
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you are now rocking
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with the best
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Scarborough Fair (Canticle)
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| Harry Belafonte |
