Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there She was once a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without no seams nor needle work Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to find me an acre of land: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Between the salt water and the sea strands, Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there She was once a true love of mine.