Scarborough Fair (Irish trad.)

Are you goin' 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 goin' to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there,
she once was a true love of mine