Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 
Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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 & thyme. 
(Tracing of 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, & thyme 
(Washes the grave with silvery 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. 
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.) 

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather: 
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.) 
Parslеy, sage, rosemary & thyme. 
(Generals order their soldiers to kill.) 
And 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 & thyme. 
Remember me to one who lives there 
She once was a [bad word] love of mine.