Scarborough Fair.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Harsley,
Sage, Rosemary,
our time.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
Harsley,
Sage, Rosemary,
our time.
Without
no seam or needlework.
If she would be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well.
Harsley,
Sage,
Rosemary,
our time.
Where water never sprung, nor drop of rain fell.
Then she'd be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn.
Harsley, Sage, Rosemary,
our time.
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born.
Then she'd be a true lover of mine.
Oh,
will you find me an acre of land?
Harsley, Sage, Rosemary,
our time.
Between
Salsey and
Salsey Strand.
Then you may be a true lover of mine.
And will you plough it with a lamb's horn?
Harsley, Sage, Rosemary,
our time.
And sew it all over with one pepper corn.
You may be
a true lover of mine.
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather?
Harsley,
Sage, Rosemary,
our time.
Then tie it all up with a peacock's feather.
If you would be a true lover of mine.
And when you've done and you've finished your work.
Harsley, Sage, Rosemary,
our time.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt.
Then you'll be
a true lover of mine.