Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough 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 no seam nor needlework,

And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Between the salt water and the sea strand,

And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to plough it with a lamb's horn,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

And to sow it all o'er with one peppercorn,

And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

And to thrash it all out with a bunch of heather,

And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there,

For once she was a true love of mine.