Are you going to Scarbourough 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 any seam or fine nedlework,

and then she'll be a true love of mine.



Tell her to wash it yonder dry well,

parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.

Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell,

and then she'll be a true love of mine.



Tell her to dry it yonder thorn,

parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.

Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,

and then she'll be a true love of mine.



Oh, will you find me an acre of land,

parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.

Between the sea foam and the sea sand,

or never be a true love of mine