Scarborough Fayre

Are you going to Scarborough Fayre

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

He was once a true love of mine

Have him find me an acre of land

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Between the sea and oe’r the sand

Then he’ll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Although not more than any heart asks

And I must know he’s a true love of mine

Have you been to Scarborough Fayre

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

He was once a true love of mine

Oh, will you find me an arce of land,

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

between the sea foam and the sea sand

or never be a true love of mine.

Oh, will you plough it with a lamb's horn,

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

and sow it all over with one peppercorn,

or never be a true love of mine.

And when you have done and finished your work,

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

then come to me for your cambric shirt,

and you shall be a true love of mine.