Lyrics
Scarborough Fair
Scottish Traditional
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to a one who lived there
He was once a true love of mine
Ask him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water, and the sea sand
For then he'll be a true love of mine
Ask him to plough it with a lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
For then he'll be a true love of mine
Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it up with a rope made of heather
For then he'll be a true love of mine
When he has done and finished his work
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt
For then he'll be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
But none more than any heart would ask
I must know he's a true love of mine