Scarborough Fair - Simon & Garfunkel Deutsch:
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 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 going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Gehst du auf den Markt von Scarborough? 
Petersilie, Salbei, Rosmarin und Thymian 
Grüsse jemanden von mir, der dort lebt 
Einst war sie eine wahre Liebe von mir 

Sag ihr, sie soll mir ein Hemd aus Batist machen 
Petersilie, Salbei, Rosmarin und Thymian 
Ohne eine Naht oder Nadelwerk 
Dann wird sie meine wahre Liebe sein 

Sag ihr, sie soll ein Morgen Land für mich finden 
Petersilie, Salbei, Rosmarin und Thymian 
Zwischen dem Salzwasser und dem Strand 
Dann wird sie meine wahre Liebe sein 

Sag ihr, sie soll es in eine Sichel aus Leder packen 
Petersilie, Salbei, Rosmarin und Thymian 
Und in ein Bündel Heidenkraut stecken 
Dann wird sie meine wahre Liebe sein 

Gehst du auf den Markt von Scarborough? 
Petersilie, Salbei, Rosmarin und Thymian 
Grüsse jemanden von mir, der dort lebt 
Einst war sie eine wahre Liebe von mir

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Traditionelle Textversion:

Beide:

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

Mann:

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seam nor fine needlework,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
 

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
 

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
 

Ask her to do me this courtesy,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And ask for a like favour from me,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
 

Beide:

Have you been to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me from one who lives there,
For he once was a true love of mine.
 

Frau:

Ask him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea-sand,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.
 

Ask him to plough it with a sheep's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.
 

Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And gather it up with a rope made of heather,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.
 

When he has done and finished his work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.
 

Beide:

If you say that you can't, then I shall reply,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try,
Or you'll never be a true love of mine.