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 camabric shirt,
(On the of a hill
In the deep forest green)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme.
(Tracing of sparrow
On the snow crested brown)
Without no seam nor deedle work,
(Blandets and bedelothes
The child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land,
(On the side of a hill
A sprinking of leaves)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme.
(Washes the grave with silery tears)
Between the salt water
And the sea strands,
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather,
(War bellows blazing
In scaler battalion)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme.
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
(And to fight for a cause
They've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine