Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
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 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 fell, nor drop of rain fell,
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,
Then she'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 strand,
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to plough it with one lamb's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to reap It with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And tie it all up in a peacock's feather,
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

When he has done and finished his work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Then come to me for his cambric shirt
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Love imposes impossible tasks,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Though nothing more than any heart asks,
I must know he's a true love of mine.