Are you going to Scarborough Fair

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

Will you reap it with sickle of leather

Will you find me an acre of land

Parsley sage rose mary and·············thyme

Parsley sage rose mary and thyme

Parsley sage rose mary and thyme

Parsley sage rose mary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

Without any seam or fine needle work

And tie it all up with a peacock's feather

Between the sea foam and the sea sand

She once was a true love of mine

And then she'll be a true love of mine

Or never be a true love of mine

Or never be a true love of mine