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 in a deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Twistsies of sparrow, white snow seams Your nankees and bedclothes, the child of a mountain When he'll be a true lover, 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 grave between the salt water and the sea streams And polishes a gun, he'll be a true love of mine Tell him to reap it with sickle bellows, blazing in scarlet battalion Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Tell him to gather it home in a pile of shovels 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