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 of sparrow on snow crested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work,
(Blankets and bed clothes 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 a 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.