Marianne Faithfull - Scarborough Fair 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.