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Lyrics for 'Scarborough Fair' by 'Marianne Faithfull'
Have You Been To Scarborough Fair
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme.
Remember Me To One That Lives There
For Once She Once Was A True Lover Of Mine.
Tell Her To Make Me A Cambric Shirt
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme.
One With No Seams, Of Fine Needlework
And Then She'll Be A True Lover Of Mine.
Tell Her To Dry It 'pon Yonder Thorn
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme.
That Never Bore Fruit Since Adam Was Born
And Then She'll Be A True Lover Of Mine.
Ah, Can You Find Me An Acre Of Land
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme.
Between The Salt Sea And The Sea Sand
Or Never Be A True Lover Of Mine.
And Can You Plough It With A Sheep's Horn
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme.
And Sow It All Over With One Peppercorn
Or Never Be A True Lover Of Mine.
And When You Have Done And Finished Your Work
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme.
Then Come To Me For Your Cambric Shirt
And Then You'll Be A True Lover Of Mine.
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