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Are you going toScarborough FairParsley sage rosemaryand thymeRemember me to onewho lives thereHe once was a true loveof mineTell him to make me acambric shirtParsley sage rosemaryand thymeWithout no seams norneedle workThen he'll be a true loveof mineTell him to find me an acreof landParsley sage rosemaryand thymeBetween salt waterand the sea strandsThen he'll be a true loveof mineTell him to reap itwith a sickle of leatherParsley sage rosemaryand thymeAnd gather it all in a bunchof heatherThen he'll be a true loveof mineAre you going toScarborough FairParsley sage rosemaryand thymeRemember me to onewho lives thereHe once was a true love of mine