Scarborough Fair (Trad. - Marsden)
Are you going 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 any seam or fine needlework, And 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 sea-salt and the sea-sand, Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Then tie it all up with a peacock feather, For then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Where water ne'er sprung nor rain drop fell, Then she'll be a true love of mine.
When she has done and finished her work, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Then come to me for your cambric shirt, For then she'll be a true love of mine |