Scarborough Fair

Where are you going? To Scarborough fair

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

For he would be a true love of mine

Tell him to find me an acre of land

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Between the salt water and the sea strand

Or never be a true love of mine

Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

And to sow it all round with one peppercorn

Or never be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

And to thresh it all out with a bunch of heather

Or never be a true love of mine

And when he's done and finished his work

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Tell him to come for his cambric shirt

And he'll be a true love of mine