The Poetry Corner

Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXV. Love And Matrimony.

By Unknown

Can you make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Without any seam or needlework? And you shall be a true lover 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 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 plough 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 cambric shirt, And you shall be a true lover of mine.