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

He 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 a true love of mine


Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Between salt water and the sea strands
Then she'll be a true love of mine


Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine