Marianne Faithfull

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 shell 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 shell be a true lover of mine.