Scarborough Fair

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 On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then shе'll be a true love of minе On the side of a hill in the sprinkling of leaves Washes the grave with silvery tears A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strands Then she'll be a true love of mine War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions Generals order their soldiers to kill And to fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather 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