Scarborough Fair en Harry Belafonte

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there
She was once 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:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
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 was once a true love of mine.