Are you going to Scarborough Fayre
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He was once a [bad word] love of mine
Have him find me an acre of land
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Between the sea and oe'r the sand
Then he'll be a [bad word] love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Although not more than any heart asks
And I must know he's a [bad word] love of mine
Have you been to Scarborough Fayre
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He was once a [bad word] love of mine

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