Scarborough Fair by The Osmonds Lyrics

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

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then shell be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme