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 Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seam nor needlework Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsely, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground) Between the salt water and the sea strand (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 reap it with a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in the scarlet battalions) Parsely, 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
