Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to the 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 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 strand,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she´ll be a true love of mine.