Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to the one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seam or needlework,
She once was 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,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Ask her to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between some water and the stand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to the one who lives there,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.