Scarborough Fair (Canticle) Songtext / Lyric

Are you going to Scarborough Fair

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She was once a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Without no seams nor needle work

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 strands

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

And 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 was once a true love of mine