Are you goin to scarborough 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 no seams nor needlework,
then shell 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 shell be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
then shell be a true love of mine

Are you goin to scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there,
 she once was a true love of mine