* Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She was a true love of mine
Have her make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needle work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountains)
And then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, on a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Washes the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine