Are you going to Scarborough fair ? Parsley, 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, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without any seems, nor needlework, 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, Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to plough it with a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And bind it all in a bunch of heather, Then she'll be a true love of mine.