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

(A hill in the deep forest green)

Parsley sage rosemary and thyme;

(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)

Without no seams nor needle work

(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 find me an acre of land

(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsley sage rosemary and thyme

(Washes the grave with silvery tears)

Between the salt water and the sea strand

(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)

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 scarlet battalions)

Parsley sage rosemary and thyme

(General 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

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