Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to the one who lives there He once was a true love of mine Tell him to make me a sandwich A hill in a deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Traces of Sparrow once snatched your seams Your nankees and bedclothes The child of a mountain He'll be a true love of mine Sleeps an hour of the clarion call Tell him to find me an egg of a hill A sprinkling of mead Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Washes the grain between the salt water And dusts the fields and polishes a gun He'll be a true love of mine Tell him to reap it with sickle bellows Blazing in scarlet birthtime Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme A mother's order, then scatter it all In a final show of force As long ago forgotten He'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to the one who lives there He once was a true love of mine