Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional/Martin Carthy
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor needlework
And 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
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to plough it with a lamb's horn
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
And to sow it all over with one peppercorn
And 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 to thrash it all out with a bunch of heather
And 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
For once she was a true love of mine