I'm going to Scarborough Fair
to find Parsley，sage，rosemary
and thyme
I want to make a cambric shirt
for my love
Parsley，sage，rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he'll be a true love of mine
I'm going to write a book of poems
for him
My collection of poems has no
punctuation
There's no needle to prick them
So my lover won't feel pain