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Saturday, December 27, 2008
5:03 PM

Are you goin to scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.


Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without no seams nor needlework, then she’ll be a true love of mine.


Tell her to find me an acre of land, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Between the salt water and the sea strand, then she’ll be a true love of mine.


Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather, then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you goin to scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.


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Perhaps my silence is the answer to all...


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