Scarborough Fair (feat. Dave Swarbrick)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For once she was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without no seam nor needlework, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea strand, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to plough it with a lamb's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And to sow it all o'er with one peppercorn, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And to thrash it all out with a bunch of heather, And then she'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For once she was a true love of mine.