Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For he once was a true love of mine.
Ask him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea-strand, For then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Love imposes impossible tasks, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, But none more than any heart would ask, I must know you’re a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For he once was a true love of mine.
traditional from Scotland "Scarborough Fair" seems to originate from an old ballad (now unknown) called "The elfin knight", composed in 1670 or even before