Scarborough Faire (Trad.)

VERSE 1

Are you going to Scarborough Faire,

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there,

She once was a true love of mine.

VERSE 2

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,

Without no sleeves nor needlework,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine,

VERSE 3

Tell her to find me an acre of land,

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,

Between the salt water and the sea strand,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

VERSE 4

Tell her to plough it with a lamb’s horn,

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,

And sow it all o’er with one peppercorn,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

VERSE 5

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,

A thrash it all out with a bunch of heather,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

VERSE 6

Are you going to Scarborough Faire,

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there,

She once was a true love of mine.