Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there

She was once a true love of mine.



Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Without no seams nor needle work

Then she'll be a true love of mine.



Tell her to find me an acre of land:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Between the salt water and the sea strands,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.



Tell her to reap it with 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

She was once a true love of mine.