Scarborough Fair

Are you goin' 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 find me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to plough it with the lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all round with one pepper corn
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 bind it around with fine purple 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.