Are you going to Scarbourgh Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She must be a true love of mine
Tell her she'll sleep in a goose feather bed
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tell her I swear she'll have nothing to dread
She must be a true love of mine
Tell her tomorrow her answer make known
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
What e're she may say I'll not leave her alone
She must be a true love of mine
Her answer in came in a week and a day
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
I'm sorry, good sir, I must answer thee nay
I'll not be a true love of thine
From the sting of my curse she can never be free
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Unless she unravels my riddlings three
She will be a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a magical shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without and seam or needlework
Else 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
Else she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to plow it with just a goat's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one grain of corn
Else she'll be a true love of mine
And her daughters forever possessions of mine
"Miranda's Version"
Note: Copied down from Nancy Werlin's "Impossible" and probably
the actual song
Hard to believe that Simon and Garfunkel made this old celtic tune into a famous song....
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