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 cambric shirt, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Without no seems nor needlework, then she'll be a true love of mine.

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

Tell her to plough it with a ram's horn, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

and sow it all out with one pepper corn, then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

And gather it all in a bunch of heather, 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, she once was a true love of mine.

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