Scarborough Fair

Are you going to scarborough fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (A hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Tracing of sparrow On snow-crested brown) Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes The child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true 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 and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears) Between the salt water And the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it With a sickle of leather (War bellows blazing In scarlet battallions) Parsley, sage, rosemary and 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 true love of mine {Repeat 1st verse}