Letra de Scarborough Fair

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

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call

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

On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves
Washes the grave with silvery tears

A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call

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

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions
General order their soldiers to kill
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten

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