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