Scarborough Fair

Traditional

Can you make me a cambric shirt
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Without any seams or fine needle work
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Can you wash it in a well
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Where water ne'er ran nor ever fell
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Can you dry it on a thorn
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That never was seen since adam was born
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Can you find me an acre of land
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Between the sea shore and the salt strand
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Can you plow it with a hog's horn
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And seed it all down with one peppercorn
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Can you reap it with a sickle of leather
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And bind it all up in a garland of heather
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When a fool has done his work
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He may come to me and get his shirt
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A modern version
(music)

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

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without any seam or fine needle work,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Oh will you reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
...

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Two verses of another version

Choose when you can an acre of land
As every plant grows merry in time
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
And then you shall be a truelover of mine.

Plough it up with an old ram's horn,
As every plant grows merry in time
Sow it all over with one grain of corn
And then you shall be a truelover of mine.

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Yet another version
(music)

Where are you goin? To scarborogh fair.
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to a lass that lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.

And tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without any seam or needle work,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

And tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Where no water sprung, nor a drop of rain fell,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Which never bore blossom since adam was born,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Will you find me an acre of land,
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Between the sea foam and the sea sand,
Or never be a true love of mine.