Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember 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 snow-crested ground
Without no 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)
A sprinkling of leaves
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Washes the grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strands (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
Gather it all in a bunch of heather (and to fight for a cause)
They've long ago forgotten
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine