Lyrics
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,
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme,
Between salt water and the sea strands,
Then she'll be a true love of mine,
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather,
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme,
And to gather it all in 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 once was a true love of mine.
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,
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme,
Between salt water and the sea strands,
Then she'll be a true love of mine,
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather,
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme,
And to gather it all in 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 once was a true love of mine.