Scarborough fair - by: Celia Pavey

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I don't own anything. All rights belong to their respectful owners.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine.

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strands,
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

(while the readers were listening, the author was sitting there, thinking about lord of the rings and thinking why she haven't made a quenya or sindarin version yet.) anyway, thanks for wasting your time on this and have a good day/afternoon/night bye!

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