Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. me to one who lives there She once was a true of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green). Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground). Without no seams nor (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain). Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of clarion call).
Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves). Parsley, sage, rosemary, and (Washes the ground with so many tears). Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier and polishes a gun). Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill). And to gather it all a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten). Then she'll be a true love of
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine