Have you been to Scarborough Fair  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  Remember me to one that lives there  For once she once was a true lover of mine.  Tell her to make me a cambric shirt  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  One with no seams, of fine needlework  And then she'll be a true lover of mine.  Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  That never bore fruit since Adam was born  And then she'll be a true lover of mine.  Ah, can you find me an acre of land  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  Between the salt sea and the sea sand  Or never be a true lover of mine.  And can you plough it with a sheep's horn  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  And sow it all over with one peppercorn  Or never be a true lover 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 then you'll be a true lover of mine.