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Are you going to Scarborough Fair? |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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Remember me to one who lives there, |
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For once she was a true lover of mine. |
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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Without a seam or needlework, |
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Then she shall be a true lover of mine. |
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Tell her to wash it in yonder well, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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Where never spring water or rain ever fell, |
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And she shall be a true lover of mine. |
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Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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Which never bore blossom since Adam was born, |
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Then she shall be a true lover of mine. |
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Now he has asked me questions three, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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I hope he'll answer as many for me |
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Before he shall be a true lover of mine. |
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Tell him to buy me an acre of land, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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Betwixt the salt water and the sea sand, |
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Then he shall be a true lover of mine. |
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Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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And sow it all over with one pepper corn, |
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And he shall be a true lover of mine. |
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Tell him to sheer't with a sickle of leather, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; |
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And bind it up with a peacock feather. |
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And he shall be a true lover of mine. |
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Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall, |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, |
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And never let one corn of it fall, |
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Then he shall be a true lover of mine. |
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When he has done and finished his work. |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme: |
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Oh, tell him to come and he'll have his shirt, |
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And he shall be a true lover of mine. |
