Lyrics:

Have you been to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.
Remember me to one that lives there
For she once was a true lover of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme.
One with no seams, of fine needlework
And then she'll be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme.
That never bore fruit since Adam was born
And then she'll be a true lover of mine.

Ah, can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme.
Between the salt sea and the sea sand
Or never be a true lover of mine.

And can you plough it with a sheep's horn
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme.
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true lover of mine.

And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you'll be a true lover of mine.