Traditional
Am
G Am
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
C Am C D
Am
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
C
G
Remember me to one who lives there
Am G
Am
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Without any seam or fine needle work
And then she’ll be a true love of mine
Will you reap it with sickle of leather
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
And tie it all up with a peacock’s feather
Or never be a true love of mine
Will you find me an acre of land
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Or never be a true love of mine
Will you plough it with a lamb’s horn
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true love of mine
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Where water ne’er sprung, nor drop of rain fell
And then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
And then she’ll be a true love of mine
When you’ve done and finished your work
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And you shall be a true love of mine
