Remember Ask her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without any seam or fine needle work and then she'll be a true love of mine Will you reap it with sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And tie it all up with a peacock's feather or never be a true love of mine Will you find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the sea foam and the sea sand Or never be a true love of mine Will you plough it with a lamb's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And sow it all over with one peppercorn or never be a true love of mine Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell and then she'll be a true love of mine Tell it to dry it on yonder thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Which never bore blossom since Adam was born And then she'll be a true love of mine When you've done and finish your work Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then come to me for your cmabric shirt and you shall be a true love of mine [other version : ] 3. If she tells me she can't, I'll reply Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Let me know that at least she will try and then she'll be a true love of mine 4. If she has done and finished her work Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme I'll go to her for my linen shirt and then she'll be a true love of mine |
