Scarborough Fair
by trad
Are you going to Scarborough Fair;
Parsley, sage, rose-ma-ry 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, rosmary and thyme.
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Between the salt water and sea strands,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scraborough Fair;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Parsley, sage, rose-ma-ry 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, rosmary and thyme.
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Between the salt water and sea strands,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scraborough Fair;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.