Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then he'll be a true love of mine
He once was a true love of mine
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Remember me to one who lives there
Without no seams nor needle work
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Remember me to one who lives there
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
