Here's the oldest Scarborough version.

SCARBOROUGH FAIR

"Oh, where are you going?" "To Scarborough fair,"
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to a lass that live there,
    For once she was a true lover of mine.

"And tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needle work,
    And then she shall be a true love of mine.

"And tell her to wash it in yonder dry well;
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where no water sprung, nor a drop of rain fell,
    And then she shall be a true love of mine.

"Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
    And then she shall be a true love of mine.

"O, will you find me an acre of land,
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the sea foam, the sea sand,
    And then she shall be a true love of mine.

"O, will you plough if with a ram's horn,
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
    Or never be a true lover of mine.

"O, will you reap it with a sickle of leather,
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather,
    Or never be a true lover of mine.

"And when you have done and finished your work,
    Savory sage, rosemary, and thyme;
You may come to me for your cambric shirt,
    And then you shall be a true love of mine.

X:1
T:Scarborough Fair
S:Kidson's 'Traditional Tunes', p. 43-4, 1891
L:1/4
M:3/4
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