Book of Song

Scarborough Fair

by trad

[Em] Are you going to [D] Scarborough [Em] Fair;
[G] Parsley, [Em] sage, rose-[G]ma-[A]ry and [Em] thyme.
[Em] Remember [G] me to [G] one [Gw/F#] who [Em] lives [D] there.
[Em] She once [D] was [Em] a [D] true [Em] love [D] of [Em] mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Between the salt water and sea strands,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scraborough Fair;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.