Anonymous

Scarborough Fair date unknown

Where are you going? To Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

Remember me to a bonny lass there,

For once she was a true lover of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, 5

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

Without any needle or thread work’d in it,

And she shall be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder well,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 10

Where water ne’er sprung nor a drop of rain fell,

And she shall be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to plough me an acre of land,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

Between the sea and the salt sea strand, 15

And she shall be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to plough it with one ram’s horn,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

And sow it all over with one peppercorn,

And she shall be a true lover of mine. 20

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

And tie it all up with a tom tit’s feather,

And she shall be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to gather it all in a sack, 25

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

And carry it home on a butterfly’s back,

And then she shall be a true lover of mine.