Are you going to scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (on the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme (tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needlework (blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains) Then shell be a true love of mine (sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Tell her to find me an acre of land (on the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves) Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme (washes the grave with silvery tears) Between the salt water and the sea strand (a soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then shell be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (war bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme (generals order their soldiers to kill) And to gather it all in a bunch of heather (and to fight for a cause theyve long ago forgotten) Then shell be a true love of mine Are you going to scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine