The Elven Lover -

Are you going to Scarborough fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to a girl who lives there

If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Between the sea and silver sand

If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to plough it with a dandelion thorn

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

And sow the field with spirits unborn

If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

And gather it all in flowers of heather

If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to weave it on unicorn bone

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

And dye it red with the blood of old stone

If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a funeral shirt

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

With stitches all of graveyard earth

If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me where the banshee sings

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

And fly to me on Angel wings

Then she will be a true love of mine…