Lyrics:

Are You Going To Scarborough Fair
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
remember Me To One Who Lives There
for Once She Was A True Love Of Mine

have Her Make Me A Cambric Shirt
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
without No Seam Nor Fine Needle Work
and Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine

tell Her To Weave It In A Sycamore Wood Lane
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
and Gather It All With A Basket Of Flowers
and Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine

have Her Wash It In Yonder Dry Well
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
where Water Ne'er Sprung Nor Drop Of Rain Fell
and Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine

have Her Find Me An Acre Of Land
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
between The Sea Foam And Over The Sand
and Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine

plow The Land With The Horn Of A Lamb
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
then Sow Some Seeds From North Of The Dam
and 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 Gather It All In A Bunch Of Heather
and Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine

if She Tells Me She Can't, I'll Reply
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
let Me Know That At Least She Will Try
and Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine

love Imposes Impossible Tasks
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
though Not More Than Any Heart Asks
and I Must Know She's A True Love Of Mine

dear, When Thou Has Finished Thy Task
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
come To Me, My Hand For To Ask
for Thou Then Art A True Love Of Mine