Are you going to Scarborough Fair. Parsley sage rosemary and thyme.. Remember me to one that lives there. For once she once was a true 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 true lover of mine.. Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn. Parsley sage rosemary and thyme.. That never bore fruit since Adam was born. And then she'll be a true 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 true 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 true lover of mine.. And when you have done and finished your work. Parsley sage rosemary and thyme.. Then come to me for your cambric shirt.