Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who is there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seam or needlework If she would be a true lover of mine Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell Then she'd be a true lover of mine Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Which never bore blossom since Adam was born Then she'd be a true lover of mine Oh, will you find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between Salt Sea and Salt Sea Strand Then you may be a true lover of mine And will you plough it with a lamb's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And sow it all over with one peppercorn Then you may be a true lover of mine Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of bedbugs Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then tie it all up with a peacock's feather If you would be a true lover of mine And when you've done and you've finished your work Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then come to me for your common rickshaw Then you'll be a true lover of mine