Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to the 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 seam or needlework
She once was a [bad word] love of mine.

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
Then she’ll be a [bad word] love of mine.

Ask her to buy me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between some water and the stand
Then she’ll be a [bad word] love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to the one who lives there
Then she’ll be a [bad word] love of mine.