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Are you going to Scarborough Fair? |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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Remember me to one who lives there |
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He once was a true love of mine |
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Tell him to make me 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 will be a true love of mine |
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Tell him to find me on acre of land |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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Between the salt water and the sea strand |
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Then she'll be a true love of mine |
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Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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And gather it all in a bunch of heather |
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Then she will be a true love of mine |
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair? |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
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Remember me to one who lives there |
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He once was a true love of mine |
