Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Have him find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
If he tells me he can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know at least that he tried
And he'll be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
But not any more than any heart asks
I must know he's a true love of mine