Paroles de Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to the 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 a seem or needlework She once was a true love of mine. Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And gather it all with a basket of flowers Then she'll be a true love of mine. Ask her to buy me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between some water and the stand Then she'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to the one who lives there Then she'll be a true love of mine.