Lyrics Scarborough Fair - Martin Carthy
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.
Tell
her
to
make
me
a
cambric
shirt,
Parsley,
sage,
rosemary
and
thyme,
Without
no
seam
nor
needlework,
And
then
she′ll
be
a
true
love
of
mine.
Tell
her
to
find
me
an
acre
of
land,
Parsley,
sage,
rosemary
and
thyme,
Between
the
salt
water
and
the
sea
strand,
And
then
she'll
be
a
true
love
of
mine.
Tell
her
to
plough
it
with
a
lamb′s
horn,
Parsley,
sage,
rosemary
and
thyme,
And
to
sow
it
all
o'er
with
one
peppercorn,
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
to
thrash
it
all
out
with
a
bunch
of
heather,
And
then
she′ll
be
a
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.
1 Scarborough Fair
2 Broomfield Hill
3 Lord Franklin
4 Poor Murdered Woman
5 January Man
6 His Name Is Andrew
7 King Henry
8 Skewbald
9 The Bedmaking
10 Geordie
11 Lovely Joan
12 The Prickle-Holly Bush
13 I Sowed Some Seeds
14 The Devil & the Feathery Wife
15 The Maid And The Palmer
16 Bill Norrie
17 A Stitch in Time
18 Work Life Out To Keep Life In
19 Rackabello
20 Famous Flower of Serving Men
21 Christ Made a Trance
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