Marianne Faithfull - Scarborough Fair lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one that lives there

For 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 the 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