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Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.Remember me to a bonny lass thereFor once she was a true lover of mine.Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.Without any needles or thread work'd in it,And she shall be a true lover of mine.Tell her to wash it in yonder well,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell,And she shall be a true lover of mine.Tell her to plough me an acre of land,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.Between the sea and the salt sea strand,And she shall be a true lover of mine.Tell her to plough it with one ram's horn,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.And sow it all over with one peppercorn,And she shall be a true lover of mine.Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.And tie it all up with a tom tit's feather,And she shall be a true lover of mine.Tell her to gather it all in a sack,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.And carry it home on a butterfly's back,And then she shall be a true lover of mine."~ -Traditional ~