scarborough fair lyrics – celtic folk

scarborough fair
scott. trad.
are you going to scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
remember me to one who lives there.
for once she was a true love of mine.
tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
without any seam or fine needlework,
and then she’ll be a true love of mine.
tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
where water never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell,
and then she’ll be a true love of mine.
oh, will you find me an arce of land,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
between the sea foam and the sea sand
or never be a true love of mine.
oh, will you plough it with a lamb’s h*rn,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
and sow it all over with one peppercorn,
or never be a true love of mine.
and when you have done and finished your work,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
then come to me for your cambric shirt,
and you shall be a true love of mine.

/ celtic folk lyrics