here are the lyrics and the poem it's based on

SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE

Simon & Garfunkel

Are you going 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:
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brow
Without no seams nor needle work,
Blankets of bedclothes the child of the mountain
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to find me an acre of land:
On the side of the hill in a sprinkling of leaves
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Washes the graves with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
War bellows blazing in scarlet batallions
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
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.
She once was a true love of mine.

based on poem THE LOVER'S TASKS

THE LOVER'S TASKS

Can you make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without any seam nor needlework?
And you shall be a true love of mine.

Can you wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?
And you shall be a true love of mine.

Can you dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
And you shall be a true love of mine.

Now you've asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
I hope you'll answer as many for me,
And you shall be a true love of mine.

Can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Between the salt water and the sea land
And you shall be a true love of mine.

Can you plough it with a ram's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
And sow it all over with peppercorn?
And you shall be a true love of mine.

Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
And bind it up with a peacock's feather?
And you shall be a true love of mine.

When you have done and finished your work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And you shall be a true love of mine.