| Lyrics: | Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one
who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Tell him to make me a cambric
shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he'll
be a true love of mine
Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary
and thyme
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then he'll be a true love of
min
e
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and
thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of
mine
Tell him to reap it with a 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
He once was a true love of mine |
