Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to the one who lives there
For he once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt (on the side of a hill in deep forest green)
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme (tracing of sparrow on snowcrested ground)
Without no seams nor needle work (child of the mountain)
Then she'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 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 with a sickle of leather 
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme (general 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 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