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