Scarborough Fair

Lyrics

Have you been to scarborough fair Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one that lives there For once she once was a true lover of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme One with no seams, of fine needlework And then she'll be a true lover of mine Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme That never bore fruit since adam was born And then she'll be a true lover of mine Ah, can you find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Between the salt sea and the sea sand Or never be a true lover of mine And can you plough it with a sheep's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme And sow it all over with one peppercorn Or never be a true lover of mine And when you have done and finished your work Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Then come to me for your cambric shirt And then you'll be a true lover of mine