Music: Unknown
Are you going to Whittingham Fair?
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true lover of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any stitches or needlework,
Then she'll be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Where water ne'er sprung nor a drop of rain fell,
Then she'll be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to hang it on yonder thorn,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
That never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she'll be a true lover of mine.
Now he has asked me questions three,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
I hope that he'll answer as many for me,
Then he'll be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to find me an acre of land,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Betwixt the salt water and the sea sand,
Then he'll be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
Then he'll be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather,
Then he'll be a true lover of mine.
When he has done and finished his work,
Savoury, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Well, tell him to come and tear up his shirt,
And he'll be a true lover of mine.