Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. For once she was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without any seam or fine needlework, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Where water never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Oh, will you find me an arce of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Between the sea foam and the sea sand Or never be a true love of mine. Oh, will you plough it with a lamb's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; And sow it all over with one peppercorn, Or never be a true love of mine. And when you have done and finished your work, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Then come to me for your cambric shirt, And you shall be a true love of mine.