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 a cambric shirt:

　　Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

　　Without no seams nor needle work,

　　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 reap it with a sickle of leather:

　　Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

　　And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,

　　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.

　　She once was a true love of mine.