I am planning a trip to the east coast
To peddle my herbs and my wears 
For I’ve grown them fresh in my garden 
And I think they’ll do well at the fair 

If you want I will buy you a present 
Just say what you’d like me to find
A cambric shirt of a deep forest green 
Wont cost me a bushel of thyme

And if you don’t want any seams showing 
Ill soon find a beetle or bird
Who could pick out the thread on the hemmings
And undo the needle work 

And if you want an ocean view meadow
I’m sure I could pull off a trade
For an acre of land between the sea and sand
Wont cost me a bundle of sage

And if you want a bouquet of heather 
I’ll make it my mission to find
The sharpest sickle of leather 
My rosemary spriglets can buy

And if I meet a girl there who knows you 
I will hope that her beauty and airs  
Hold no candle to bunches of parsley 
For that’s all I’ll have left for the fair.

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