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 the true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water And the sea strand Then she'll be the true love of mine
Tell her to reap it With a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be the true love of mine