Irish Song Lyrics 
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SCARBOROUGH FAIRE traditional 
Are you going to Scarborough Faire? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lived there. She once was a true love of mine. 
Have her make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without no seams, nor fine needle work. Then she'll be a true love of mine. 
Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Gather it up in a basket of flowers Then she'll be a true love of mine 
Have her wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell. Then she'll be a true love of mine 
Tell her to to find me an acre of land. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the sea foam and over the sand. Then she'll be a true love of mine 
Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine 
Have her reap it with a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Gather it up in a bunch of heather. Then she'll be a true love of mine 
If she tells me she can't, then I'll reply. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Let me know, that at least she will try. Then she'll be a true love of mine 
Love imposes impossible tasks Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Though not more than any heart asks. And I must know she's true love of mine 
When thou has finished thy task. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Come to me my hand for to ask. For then you'll 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, And then she'll be a true love of mine. 
Ask her to do me this courtesy, 
Parsely, sage, rosemary, and thyme, And ask for a like favor from me, And then she'll be a true love of mine. 
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. 
When he has done and finished his work, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Ask him to come for his cambric shirt, For then he'll be a true love of mine.