Have you been to Scarborough Fair

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Remember me to one that lives there

For once she once was a [bad word] lover of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

One with no seams, of fine needlework

And then she'll be a [bad word] lover of mine.

Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

That never bore [bad word] since Adam was born

And then she'll be a [bad word] lover of mine.

Ah, can you find me an acre of land

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Between the salt sea and the sea sand

Or never be a [bad word] lover of mine.

And can you plough it with a sheep's horn

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

And sow it all over with one peppercorn

Or never be a [bad word] lover of mine.

And when you have done and finished your work

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
 [bad word] to me for your cambric shirt

And then you'll be a [bad word] lover of mine.