Scarborough Fair (Letra)
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Scarborough Fair (Letra)
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 seam nor needle work
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strand
When 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
Scarborough Fair (Letra)
Are you goin’ 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 needlework, then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand, then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather, then she’ll be a true love of mine
Are you goin’ to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine
Scarborough Fair (Letra)
Have you been to scarborough fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one that lives there
For once she once was a true lover of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
One with no seams, of fine needlework
And then she’ll be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to dry it ‘pon yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
That never bore fruit since adam was born
And then she’ll be a true lover of mine.
Ah, can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Between the salt sea and the sea sand
Or never be a true lover of mine.
And can you plough it with a sheep’s horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true lover of mine.
And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you’ll be a true lover of mine.