Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
Remeber 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)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown)
Without to seams nor needle work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
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 asprinkling of leaves)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery 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 with a sickle of leather
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heat