Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
    (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
    (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
    (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
    (Washed is the ground with so many 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 in a sickle of leather
    (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
    (Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to 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

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine