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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 no 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 salt water and the sea strands.
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 gather it all with 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.

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call...

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