Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough FairParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mineTell 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 snowcrested brown)Without no seams nor needle work(Blankets and bedclothes 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 strands(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)Then she'll be a true love of mineTell her to reap it with a sickle of leather(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Generals order their soldiers 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 mineAre you going to Scarborough FairParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine