Where are you going, to Scarborough Fair? See this sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to a lass that lives there. For once she was the true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. See this sage, rosemary and thyme. Without no seam or needlework. And then she shall be a true love of mine. Tell her to wash it in younger well. See this sage, rosemary and thyme. Where no water sprang nor a drop of rain fell. And then she shall be a true love of mine. Tell her to dry it in younger thorn. See this sage, rosemary and thyme. Which never could blossom since Adam was born. And then she shall be a true love of mine. Tell her to find me an acre of land. See this sage, rosemary and thyme. Between the sea foam and the sea sand. Or never be a true love of mine. Or never be a true love of mine.