Can you make me a cambrick shirt,
     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any seam or needle work?
     And you shall be a true lover of mine.

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

Now you have ask’d me questions three
     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
I hope you’ll answer as many for me,
     And you shall be a true lover of mine.

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

Can you plow it with a ram’s horn,
     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one pepper corn?
     And you shall be a true lover 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 lover of mine.

When you have done and finish’d your work,
     Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Then come to me for your cambrick shirt.
     And you shall be a true lover of mine.