Ar e you go ing to S carborough Fair
P arsley, sa ge, rosem ar y and thyme
Reme mber m e to o ne who l ives there
Sh e once w as a true love of mi ne
Te ll her to ma ke me a c ambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
P arsley, sa ge, rosem ar y and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snow crested ground)
With out no s eams nor n ee- d le work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Th en she'll b e a true love of mi ne
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Te ll her to fi nd me an a cre of land
(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
P arsley, sa ge, rosem ar y and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Betwe en the salt w ater a nd the s ea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Th en she'll b e a true love of mi ne
Te ll her to re ap it with a s ickle of leather
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
P arsley, sa ge, rosem ar y and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And ga ther it a ll in a b unch o f heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Th en she'll b e a true love of mi ne
Ar e you go ing to S carborough Fair
P arsley, sa ge, rosem ar y and thyme
Reme mber m e to o ne who l ives there
Sh e once w as a true love of mi ne
