Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. He once was a true love of mine. Tell him to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Without no seams nor needle work. Then he'll be a true love of mine. Tell him to find me an acre of land. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Between salt water and the sea strand. Then he'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. He once was a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. He once was a true love of mine. Tell him to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Without no seam, nor needlework. Then he'll be a true love of mine. Tell him to buy me an acre of land. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Between salt water and the sea strand. Then he'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. He once was a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needlework Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between salt water and the sea sand Then she'll 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 a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to 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 ground Without no seams nor needle work (blankets and 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 a hill) A sprinkling of leaves Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Washes the grave with silvery tears Between the salt water and the sea strands (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 battalions Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Generals order their soldiers to kill 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 one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

She played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Said "Baby, I just wanna dance" I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar She asked me "What does it mean, the the Gaelic ink on your arm?" Said "It was one of my friends songs, do you wanna drink on?" She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun She got Arthur on the table with Johnny riding a shotgun Shouted some more, one more drink at the bar Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance You know she played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Said "Baby, I just wanna dance" With my pretty little Galway Girl You're my pretty little Galway Girl You know, she beats me at darts and the she beats me at pool And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool After dancing the céili singing to trad tunes I never head Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet A capella in a bar using her feet for a beat Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week And in this packed out rooms, swear she was singing to me You know she played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Said "Baby, I just wanna dance" My pretty little Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl Now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine Our coats both smell of smoke, whiskey and wine As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night I walked her home then she took me inside Finished some Doritos and another bottle of wine I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write About a Galway Girl and a perfect night She played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Baby, I just wanna dance WIth my pretty little Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl (uhh, uh, uh)

Of all the money that e'er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm that e'er I've done Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be to you all Of all the comrades that e'er I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They'd wish me one more day to stay But since it fell into my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and softly call Good night and joy be to you all So fill to me the parting glass And drink a health whate'er befalls I'll gently rise and I'll softly call Good night and joy be to you all So fill to me the parting glass And drink a health whate'er befalls I'll gently rise and I'll softly call Good night and joy be to you all

The king and his men stole the queen from her bed And bound her in her bones The seas be ours and by the powers Where we will we'll roam Yo ho, all hands Hoist the colours high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die Yo ho, haul together Hoist the colours high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die Some men have died and some are alive And others sail on the sea With the keys to the cage and the devil to pay We lay to Fiddler's Green Yo ho, haul together Hoist the colours high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die (Instrumental) The bell has been raised from it's watery grave Do you hear it's sepulchral tone? We call to all pay heed the squall And turn yourself toward home Yo ho, haul together Hoist the colours high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die Yo ho, haul together Hoist the colours high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die