Are you going to Scarborough Fair?   Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme   Remember me to one who lives there   She once was a true love of mine      Tell her to make me a cambric shirt      (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)   Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme   (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)   Without no seams nor needlework   (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)   Then she'll be a true love of mine   (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)   Tell her to find me an acre of land      (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)   Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme   (Washed is 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)   Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme   (Generals order their soldiers to kill)   And to gather it all in a bunch of heather   (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)   Then she'll be a true love of mine      Are you going to Scarborough Fair?   Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme   Remember me to one who lives there   She once was a true love of mine.