Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 
Remember me to one who lives there 
She once was a [bad word] love of mine 

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt 
   (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 
   (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework 
   (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) 
Then she'll be a [bad word] love of mine 
   (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) 

Tell her to find me an acre of land
   (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
   (Washes the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
   (soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a [bad word] love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
   (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
   (Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
   (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a [bad word] 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 [bad word] love of mine