Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

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 the salt water and the sea strand

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 to gather it all in a bunch of heather

Then she'll be a true love of mine



Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine