Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there
For she was once a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Without a seam, or fine needlework
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
That never bore fruit since Adam was born
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
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Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Between the salt sea and the sea sand
Or never be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sheep's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true love of mine.

And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you'll be a true love of mine.