Scarborough Faire

Are you going to Scarborough Faire?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember me to one who lived there.

She once was a true love of mine.

Have her make me a cambric shirt

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Without no seams, nor fine needle work.

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane.

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Gather it up in a basket of flowers

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her wash it in yonder dry well

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Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell.

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to to find me an acre of land.

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Between the sea foam and over the sand.

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Plow the land with the horn of a lamb.

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Then sow some seeds from north of the dam.

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her reap it with a sickle of leather.

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Gather it up in a bunch of heather.

Then she'll be a true love of mine

If she tells me she can't, then I'll reply.

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Let me know, that at least she will try.

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks

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Though not more than any heart asks.

And I must know she's true love of mine

When thou has finished thy task.

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Come to me my hand for to ask.

For then you'll be a true love of mine