Scarborough Fair

Take the Linton Falls water so white
 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
 From cold it's bed then up to the sky
 She will be a true love of mine
 Ask for angels a chariot to make
 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
 With swan feathers black and the wings of the night
 She will breathe the true love of mine
 Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
 Remember me to one who lives there
 For once she was a true love of mine
 Have her make me a cambric shirt
 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
 Without no seam nor fine needle work
 And then she'll be a true love of mine
 Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
 And gather it all with a basket of flowers
 And then she'll be a true love of mine
 Dear, when thou has finished thy task
 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
 Come to me, my hand for to ask
 For thou then to a true love of mine