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, A hill in the deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown Without no seams nor needle 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 an 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 bellows blazing in scarlet battalions Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme General order their soldiers to kill And gather it all 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.