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 
       (on the side of a hill in the deep forest green) 
       Parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme 
       (Tracing of sparrow on snow crests brown) 
       Without no seem nor needle work 
       (Blankets and bed clothes the child of the mountain) 
       Then she'll be a true love of mine 
       (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) 

       Tell her to find me an acre of land 
       (on the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) 
       Parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme 
       (Washes the grave with silvery tears) 
       Between the salt water and the sea strand 
       (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) 
       Then she'll be a true love of mine 

       Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather 
       (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalion) 
       Parsley, sage, Rosemary and thyme 
       (Generals order their soldier to kill) 
       And gather it all in a bunch of heather 
       (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten) 
       Then she'll be a true love of mine