Marianne Faithfull Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Have you been to scarborough fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one that lives there
For once she once was a true lover of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
One with no seams, of fine needlework
And then she’ll be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to dry it ’pon yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
That never bore fruit since adam was born
And then she’ll be a true lover of mine.

Ah, can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Between the salt sea and the sea sand
Or never be a true lover of mine.

And can you plough it with a sheep’s horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true lover of mine.

And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you’ll be a true lover of mine.