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

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Without no seams nor needle work

Then he'll be a true love of mine



Have him wash it in yonder dry well

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell

And then he'll be a true love of mine



Tell him to find me an acre of land

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Between salt water and the sea strands

Then he'll be a true love of mine



Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

And gather it all in a bunch of heather

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