Lyrics - Scarborough Fair by Celtic Folk

SCARBOROUGH
FAIRscott. trad.
Are you going to
Scarborough
Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without any seam or fine needlework,and 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 never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell,and then she'll be a true love of mine.
Oh, will you find me an arce of land,parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;between the sea foam and the sea sandor never be a true love of mine.
Oh, 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.
And when you have 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.

Return to songs by Celtic Folk.