Where are you going? To Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to a bonny lass there For once she was a true lover of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Without any needles or thread work'd in it, And she shall be a true lover of mine. Tell her to wash it in yonder well, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell, And she shall be a true lover of mine. Tell her to plough me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Between the sea and the salt sea strand, And she shall be a true lover of mine. Tell her to plough it with one ram's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. And sow it all over with one peppercorn, And she shall be a true lover of mine. Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. And tie it all up with a tom tit's feather, And she shall be a true lover of mine. Tell her to gather it all in a sack, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. And carry it home on a butterfly's back, And then she shall be a true lover of mine.