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Are you goin to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine |
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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Without no seams nor needlework, then shell be a true love of mine |
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Tell her to find me an acre of land, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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Between the salt water and the sea strand, then shell be a true love of mine |
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Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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And to gather it all in a bunch of heather, then shell be a true love of mine |
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Are you goin to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine |
