(Kenny,Murphy Trad Arr.)Are you going to Scarborough fair ?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to the one who lives there
For he once was a true love of mine.
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam or needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to buy me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sweet sand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
To gather it up in a bunch of heather
And then he'll be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know he's a true love of mine