Lyrics:

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
(On The Side Of A Hill In The Deep Forest Green)
parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme
(Tracing Of Sparrow On Snow-Crested Ground)
without No Seams Nor Needlework
(Blankets And Bedclothes, The Child Of The Mountains)
then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine
(Sleeps Unaware Of A Clarion Call)

tell Her To Find Me An Acre Of Land
(On The Side Of A Hill, A Sprinkling Of Leaves)
parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme
(Washes The Grave With Silvery Tears)
between The Salt Water And The Sea Strand
(A Soldier Cleans And Polishes A Gun)
then She'll Be A True Love Of Mine

tell Her To Reap It In A Sickle Of Leather
(War Bellows Blazing In Scarlet Battalions)
parsley, Sage, Rosemary, And Thyme
(Generals Order Their Soldiers To Kill)
and Gather It All In A Bunch Of Heather
(And To Fight For A Cause They've Long Ago Forgotten)
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