Scarborough Fair/ Canticle Songtext
von Celia Pavey

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 the salt water and the sea strand
And he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it with sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he′ll be a true love of mine