Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there Who once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams or needlework Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell him to buy me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand Then he'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it with the sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then he'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 Who once was a true love of mine