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 cam - bric shirt:
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

Without no seams nor ne-edle work,
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an ac-re of land:
On the side of a  hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Washes the grave with silvery tears.

Between the salt water and the sea strand,
A sol-dier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sic-kle of leather:
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
Generals order their soldiers to kill.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

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.