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  (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)  Parsely, sage, rosemary and 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, and 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 and 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 and thyme  Remember me to one who lives there  She once was a true love of mine