Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt / (On the side of a hill in the deep
forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme / (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested
ground)
Without no seams nor needlework / (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the
mountains)
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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme / (Washed is the ground with so many
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
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather / (War bellows, blazing in scarlet
battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme / (Generals order their soldiers to
kill)
And to 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 & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.