| Are you going to Scarborough Fair? | |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme | |
| Remember me to one who lives there | |
| He once was a true love of mine | |
| Tell him to make me a cambric shirt | |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme | |
| Without no seams nor needle work | |
| Then he'll be a true love of mine | |
| Have him wash it in yonder dry well | |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme | |
| Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell | |
| And then he'll be a true love of mine | |
| Tell him to find me an acre of land | |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme | |
| Between salt water and the sea strands | |
| Then he'll be a true love of mine | |
| Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather | |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme | |
| And gather it all in a bunch of heather | |
| Then he'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 | |
| He once was a true love of mine |