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,

(A hill in the deep forest green)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)

Without no seams nor needle work,

(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

(Sleeps unaware of the 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.

(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)



Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,

(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

(General 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.