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
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown
Without no seams nor needless 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 on 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 strand
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
War bells blazing in scarlet battalion
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
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