Harry Belafonte Scarborough Fair
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 shell 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 shell 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 shell 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
