Are you goin 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,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework,
Then shell be a [bad word] love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a [bad word] love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of
Leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then shell be a [bad word] love of mine

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