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Are you going to Whittingham fair, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Remember me to one who lives there, For 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 needlework, For once she was a true love of mine. Tell her to wash it in yonder well, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Where never spring water nor rain ever fell, For once she was 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, For once she was a true love of mine. Now he has asked me questions three, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; I hope he will answer as many for me, For once he was a true love of mine. Tell him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Betwixt the salt water and the sea sand, For once he was a true love of mine. Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; And sow it all over with one pepper corn, For once he was a true love of mine. Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; And bind it up with a peacock's feather, For once he was a true love of mine. When he has done and finished his work, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; O tell him come and he'll have his shirt, For once he was a true love of mine. |