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.

tell Her To Make Me A Cambric Shirt,
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme,
without No Seam Nor Needlework,
and 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,
and Then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine.

tell Her To Plough It With A Lamb's Horn,
parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme,
and To Sow It All O'er With One Peppercorn,
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 To Thrash It All Out With A Bunch Of Heather,
and 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,
for Once She Was A True Love Of Mine.