Scarborough Fair Lyrics - Celtic Folk

SCARBOROUGH FAIR 

scott. trad. 

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. 

Remember me to one who lives there. 

For once she was a true love of mine. 

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. 

Without any seam or fine needlework, 

and then she'll be a true love of mine. 

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well, 

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; 

where water never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell, 

and then she'll be 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.