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 needless work Then shell be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me on acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand Then shell 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 shell be a true love of mine