Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme. Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine.
Tell to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green). sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow 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
Tell her to find me an acre of (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves). Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the ground so many tears). Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun). Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps of the clarion call).
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions). Parsley, sage, rosemary, and (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? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine