Paroles de Scarborough Fair / Canticle

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