Dm......................... Am........... Dm
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
........................ Am................. Dm
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
................... Am ...Gm................. Am
Remember me to one who lives there;
.................Gm.....Am ............Dm
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seams, nor needlework;
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Which never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born.
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Between the salt water and the sea strand;

Tell her to plough it with a ram's horn,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn?

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
And bind it up with a peacock's feather;

Love imposes impossible tasks
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine.

Tell her when she's finished her task
To come to me, my hand for to ask

Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Remember me to one who lives there;
She once was a true love of mine.