Are 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
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 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 call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with so many tears) Between salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten) 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 once was a true love of mine
