| 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 | |
| (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)? | |
| Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme | |
| (Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown) | |
| Without no seams nor needle work | |
| (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) | |
| Then she`ll be a true love of mine | |
| (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) | |
| Tell her to find me an acre of land | |
| (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) | |
| Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme | |
| (Washes the grave with silvery tears) | |
| Between salt water and the sea strands | |
| (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) | |
| Then she`ll be a true love of mine | |
| Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather | |
| (War bells blazing in scarlet battalion) | |
| Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme | |
| (Generals order their soldiers to kill) | |
| And gather it all in a bunch of heather | |
| (And to fight for a cause they`ve long ago forgotten) | |
| 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 |