Celtic Folk - Scarborough Fair lyrics

SCARBOROUGH FAIR

Scott. trad.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there.

For once she was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Without any seam or fine needlework,

And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Where water never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell,

And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Oh, will you find me an arce of land,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Between the sea foam and the sea sand

Or never be a true love of mine.

Oh, will you plough it with a lamb's horn,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

And sow it all over with one peppercorn,

Or never be a true love 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 you shall be a true love of mine.