Scarborough Fair - D.R.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

For she once was a true love of mine

(man)

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

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Without any seam nor needlework

And then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well

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Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell

And then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn

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Which never bore blossom since Adam was born

And then she’ll be a true love of mine

Ask her to do me this courtesy

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And ask for a like favour from me

And then she’ll be a true love of mine

(both)

Have you been to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me from one who lives there

For he once was a true love of mine

(woman)

Ask him to find me an acre of land

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Between the salt water and the sea-sand

For then he’ll be a true love of mine

Ask him to plough it with a lamb’s horn

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And sow it all over with one peppercorn

For then he’ll be a true love of mine

Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather

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And gather it up with a rope made of heather

For then he’ll be a true love of mine

When he has done and finished his work

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Ask him to come for his cambric shirt

For then he’ll be a true love of mine

(both)

If you say that you can’t, then I shall reply

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Oh, Let me know that at least you will try

Or you’ll never be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks

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But none more than any heart would ask

I must know you’re a true love of mine