Scarborough Fair by Marianne Faithfull 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