Paroles de Scarborough Faire

Are you going to Scarborough Faire? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lived there. She once was a true love of mine. Have her make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without no seams, nor fine needle work. Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Gather it up in a basket of flowers Then she'll be a true love of mine Have her wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell. Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to to find me an acre of land. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the sea foam and over the sand. Then she'll be a true love of mine Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine Have her reap it with a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Gather it up in a bunch of heather. Then she'll be a true love of mine If she tells me she can't, then I'll reply. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Let me know, that at least she will try. Then she'll be a true love of mine Love imposes impossible tasks Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Though not more than any heart asks. And I must know she's true love of mine When thou has finished thy task. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Come to me my hand for to ask. For then you'll be a true love of mine