| lyric | 1. Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remeber me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
2. Oh, will you find me an ancre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
between the see foam and the see sand
or never be a true love of mine.
3. And when you have done and finished your work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
then come to me for your cambric shirt,
and you shall be a true love of mine. |