Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
(Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme)
Remember me to one who lives there.
She was once a true love,
(was once a true love of mine)

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, and sage, rosemary and thyme.
(racing of sparrow on snowcreted brown)
Without no seams nor needle work,
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
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)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands,
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun,)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And 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.
(She'll be a true love of mine)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
(Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme)
Remember me to one who lives there.
She was once a true love,
(was once a true love of mine)