Scarborough Fair Lyrics

SCARBOROUGH FAIR

scott. trad.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there.

For once she 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 wash it in yonder dry well,

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

where water never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell,
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and then she'll be a true love of mine.

Oh, will you find me an arce of land,

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

between the sea foam and the sea sand

or never be a true love of mine.

Oh, will you plough it with a lamb's horn,

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

and sow it all over with one peppercorn,

or never be a true love of mine.

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