Текст (слова) песни: Celtic Folk - Scarborough Fair
SCARBOROUGH FAIR scott. trad. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. For once she was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without any seam or 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; where water never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell, and then she`ll be a true love of mine. Oh, will you find me an arce of land, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; between the sea foam and the sea sand or never be a true love of mine. Oh, will you plough it with a lamb`s horn, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; and sow it all over with one peppercorn, or never be a true love 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 you shall be a true love of mine.
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