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
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then he'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in the scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then he'll be a true love of mine
