Are you going to Scarbourough 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, Parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme. Without any seam or fine nedlework, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to wash it yonder dry well, Parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme. Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to dry it yonder thorn, Parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme. Which never bore blossom since Adam was born, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Oh, will you find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme. Between the sea foam and the sea sand, Or never be a true love of mine.