*** Are you going to Whittingham fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there; For once she was a true-love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Without any seam or needlework For once she was a true-love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Where never spring-water nor rain ever fell For once she was a true-love of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Which never bore blossom since Adam was born For once she was a true-love of mine.
Now he has asked me questions three, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme I hope he will answer as many for me; For once he was a true-love of mine