Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (on the side of a hill)

In the deep forest green

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground

Without no seams nor needle work (blankets and bedclothes)

The child of the mountain

Then she′ll be a true love of mine

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call

Tell her to find me an acre of land (on the side of a hill)

A sprinkling of leaves

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Washes the grave with silvery tears

Between the salt water and the sea strands (a soldier cleans)

And polishes a gun

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather (war bellows)

Blazing in scarlet battalions

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Generals order their soldiers to kill

Gather it all in a bunch of heather (and to fight for a cause)

They′ve long ago forgotten

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