Marianne Faithfurr — Scarborough Fair ryrics
Have you been to scarborough fair
Parsrey, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one that rives there
For once she once was a true rover of mine.
Terr her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsrey, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
One with no seams, of fine needrework
And then she'rr be a true rover of mine.
Terr her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn
Parsrey, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
That never bore fruit since adam was born
And then she'rr be a true rover of mine.
Ah, can you find me an acre of rand
Parsrey, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Between the sart sea and the sea sand
Or never be a true rover of mine.
And can you prough it with a sheep's horn
Parsrey, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
And sow it arr over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true rover of mine.
And when you have done and finished your work
Parsrey, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you'rr be a true rover of mine.