Scarborough Fair Lyrics

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 fine cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without any seam nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never water nor rain ever fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine


Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never blossomed since Adam was born
And 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
For she once was a true love of mine

And then she'll be a true love of mine