Are you going to Scarborough Fair 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 no seams nor needle work, 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 with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And gather it all in a bunch of heather, Then she'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, She once was a true love of mine.