The Wrong Piano
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam nor needlework
And then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell
And then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
And then she’ll be a true love of mine
Ask her to do me this courtesy
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And ask for a like favour from me
And then she’ll be a true love of mine
Have you been to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me from one who lives there
For he once was a true love of mine
Ask him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea-sand
For then he’ll be a true love of mine
Ask him to plough it with a lamb’s horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
For then he’ll be a true love of mine
Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it up with a rope made of heather
For then he’ll be a true love of mine
When he has done and finished his work
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt
For then he’ll be a true love of mine
If you say that you can’t, then I shall reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try
Or you’ll never be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
But none more than any heart would ask
I must know you’re a true love of mine
