Scarborough Fair (feat. Aysia Stewart)

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
 Have her wash it in yonder dry well
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
 where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
 And then she'll be a true love of mine
 Have her find me an acre of land
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
 Between the sea foam and over the sand
 And then she'll be a true love of mine
 Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
 Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
 And then she'll be a true love of mine
 Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
 And gather it all in a bunch of heather
 And then she'll be a true love of mine
 If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
 Let me know that at least she will try
 And then she'll be a true love of mine
 Love imposes impossible tasks
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
 Though not more than any heart asks
 And I must know she's 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 art a true love of mine