| 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 | |
| (Down in the deep forest green). | |
| Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme | |
| (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground). | |
| Without a seam or needle work | |
| (Blankets and echoes the child of the mountain). | |
| Then he'll be a true love of mine | |
| (Sleeps on the wing of the clarion call). | |
| Tell him to find me an acre of land | |
| (One with a sprinkling of leaves). | |
| Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme | |
| (Washes the path of sunlight and tears). | |
| Between salt water and the sea strand | |
| (He cleans and polishes by hand). | |
| Then he'll be a true love of mine. | |
| (Be a true love of mine) | |
| Tell him to reap it in a sickle of blood | |
| (Blazing in scarlet battalion). | |
| Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme | |
| (Generals order their soldiers to kill). | |
| And gather it all and to fight for our gaurd | |
| (For reasons they'd long ago forgotten). | |
| Then he'll be a true love of mine. | |
| (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. |