Scarborough Fair

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. 
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
Without no seam nor 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, 
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell, And 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, And then she'll be a true love... 
Ask her to do me this courtesy, Parsely, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
And ask for a like favor from me, And then she'll be a true love of mine. 
Have you been to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
Remember me from one who lives there, For he once was a true love of mine. 
Ask him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
Between the salt water and the sea-sand, For then he'll be a true love of mine. 
Ask him to plow it with a sheep's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
And sow it all over with one peppercorn, For then he'll be a true love of mine. 
Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
And gather it up with a rope made of heather, For then he'll be a true love of mine. 
When he has done and finished his work, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt, For then he'll be a true love of mine. 
If you say that you can't, then I shall reply, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, 
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try, Or you'll never be a true love of mine.