Scarborough Faire Songtext
von Damh the Bard

Are you going to Scarborough Faire,
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 no sleeves 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 lamb′s horn,
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,
And sow it all o'er with one peppercorn,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,
A thrash it all out with a bunch of heather,
Then she′ll be a true love of mine.


Are you going to Scarborough Faire,
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.