Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to one who lives there,

For once she was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.


Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;

Where never spring water or rain ever fell,
And she shall be a true lover of mine.


Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,

Then she shall be a true lover of mine.

Now he has asked me questions three,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he'll answer as many for me
Before he shall be a true lover of mine.


Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;

Betwixt the salt water and the sea sand,
Then he shall be a true lover of mine.


Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it all over with one pepper corn,

And he shall be a true lover of mine.

Tell him to shear it with a sickle of leather,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it up with a pea@@#! feather.
And he shall be a true lover of mine.


Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

And never let one corn of it fall,
Then he shall be a true lover of mine.


When he has done and finished his work.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme:
Oh, tell him to come and he'll have his shirt,

And he shall be a true lover of mine.