Scarborough Fair

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
            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 fine needle work
            Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
            Sleeps unaware of the clarion call

Tell her to find me an acre 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 strands
            A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
            War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
            Generals order their soldiers to kill
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

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