Scarborough Fair Songtext
von Freedom Fry

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 needle work
Then she′ll be a true love of mine.


Tell her to find me an acre of land:
(On the side of the hill, the sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands,
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.
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.