Scarborough Fair from Scarborough Fair by Wolfgun ft. Rchetype

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seams, or needlework
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where never spring water, or rain ever fell
And she shall be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Which never bore blossom, since Adam was born
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Once it is spoken, I ask of her no more,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Until the day will come when I hear from her
She will not be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
T'was long ago that I have been there,
Ever believing that true love was mine.

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