Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there He once was a true love of mine
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forget green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown) Without no seam nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then he'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell him 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 silvery tears) Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows blazing in the scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (General orders his soldiers to kill) And to gather it all in a bunch of heather (And the fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten) Then he'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 He once was a true love of mine He once was a true love of mine
