Scarborough Faire

Anonymous
Where are you going to? To Scarborough Faire? 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Remember me to a bonny lass there,
For once she was a true lover of mine 
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Without any needle or thread work'd in it,
For once she was a true lover of mine 
Tell her to wash it in yonder well, 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
Where water ne'er sprung nor a drop of rain fell, 
And she shall be a true lover of mine. 
Tell her to plough me an acre of land, 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn, 
And she shall be a true lover of mine. 
Tell her to plough it with one ram's horn, 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn, 
And she shall be a true lover of mine. 
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn, 
And she shall be a true lover of mine. 
Tell her to gather it all in a sack, 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn, 
And she shall be a true lover of mine.