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 or 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 strands,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with 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 going to Scarborough Fair,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there,

She once was a true love of mine.