Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me one who lives there She once was a true love of mine.
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 ground). Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of mountain). Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).
Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of hill, a sprinkling of leaves). Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the ground with so many tears). Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes gun). Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).
Tell her reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in 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 long ago forgotten). Then she'll be a true love of mine.
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