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
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
(Tracing of sparrow on snow crested brown)
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
(On the side of a hill in the sprinkling of leaves)
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
(And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten)
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