Scarborough Fair

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there,

For she once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Without no seams nor needlework.

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land.

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Between salt water and the sea strands.

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather.

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

And gather it all in a bunch of heather.

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 she once was a true love of mine