Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Harsley,
Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
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 and Thyme
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 and Thyme
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 and Thyme
Which never bore blossoms 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 and Thyme
Between Salt Sea and the Salt Sea Strand
Then you may be a true lover of mine
And will you plough it with a lamb's horn Harsley,
Sage,
Rosemary and Thyme
And sow it all over with one pepper corn
Then you may be a true lover of mine
Oh,
will you reap it with a sickle of leather Harsley,
Sage,
Rosemary
and Thyme
And 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 and Thyme Then come to me for your combrekshire
Then you'll be
a true lover of mine