A Fine Day To Exit

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Remember me to the one who lives there,  she once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without no seam or needlework, She once was a true love of mine. Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And gather it all with a basket of flowers, Then she'll be a true love of mine. Ask her to buy me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Between salt water and the strands, Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. And gather it all in a bunch of heather. Then she'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair?  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to the one who lives there,  Then she'll be a true love of mine.