Are you going to Scarborough Fair? <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />Remember me to one who lives there, <br />For once she was a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />Without a seam or needlework, <br />Then she shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Tell her to wash it in yonder well, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />Where never spring water or rain ever fell, <br />And she shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />Which never bore blossom since Adam was born, <br />Then she shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Now he has asked me questions three, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />I hope he'll answer as many for me <br />Before he shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Tell him to buy me an acre of land, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />Between the salt water and the sea sand, <br />Then he shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />And sow it all over with one pepper corn, <br />And he shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Tell him to sheer't with a sickle of leather, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; <br />And bind it up with a peacock feather. <br />And he shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall, <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, <br />And never let one corn of it fall, <br />Then he shall be a true lover of mine. <br /> <br />When he has done and finished his work. <br />Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme: <br />Oh, tell him to come and he'll have his shirt, <br />And he shall be a true lover of mine.<br /><br />Anonymous British<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scarborough-fair-2/
