Scarborough Fair
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 a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Without no seams nor needlework
Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
Tell her to find me an acre of land
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Washed is the ground with so many 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 in a sickle of leather
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to 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.
