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.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Without no seams nor needlework.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather.
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.
Writer(s): Gerry Conway, Bert Jansch, Jacqui Mcshee, Peter Kirtley, Nigel Portman-smith
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