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,
 parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.
 Without any seam or fine nedlework,
 and then she'll be a true love of mine.

 Tell her to wash it yonder dry well,
 parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.
 Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell,
 and then she'll be a true love of mine.

 Tell her to dry it yonder thorn,
 parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.
 Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
 and then she'll be a true love of mine.

 Oh, will you find me an acre of land,
 parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.
 Between the sea foam and the sea sand,
 or never be a true love of mine