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

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt 
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 
Without no seams nor needle work 
Then he'll be a [bad word] love of mine. 

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

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather 
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 
And bind it all in a bunch of heather 
Then he'll be a [bad word] love of mine