Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there,

She was once a true love of mine

Tell her to make 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 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 to 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 was once a true love of mine