| 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 seams 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 reap it in a sickle of leather | |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme | |
| And to 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 |