Are you
going to
Scarborough
fair?
Parsley,
sage, rose
mary
and t
hyme.
Re
member
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 seems, 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 the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to plough it with a sickle of leather.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And bind it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.