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Roud Folk Song Index #12

    Scarborough Fair

    by trad
    Are you going to Scarborough Fair;
    Parsley, sage, rose-ma-ry 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, rosmary and thyme.
    Without no seams nor needle work,
    Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

    Tell her to find me an acre of land;
    Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
    Between the salt water and sea strands,
    Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

    Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather;
    Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
    And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
    Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

    Are you going to Scraborough Fair;
    Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
    Remember me to one who lives there.
    She once was a true love of mine.