Scarborough Fair

Am               G           Am     C
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
         Am        C    D   Am
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
         C     C   Bm  Am    G
Remember me to one who lives there,
Am       G   Am G   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 seams or fine needlework
Then she'll 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
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder sharp thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
That never bore blossom since Adam was born
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Now, he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
I hope he will answer as many for me
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand.
Or never be a true love of mine.

Tell him to plow it all with a lamb's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And sow it all over with one grain of corn
Or never be a true love of mine.

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And bind it all up in bunches of heather,
Or never be a true love of mine.

And when he's finished with all of his work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Then send to me for that cambric shirt,
And then he'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,
For she once was a true love of mine.



From Child ballad #2