Текст песни: Scarborough Fair /Canticle/ + перевод

Are you going to Scarborough fair:

Persley, 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:

Persley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Without no seams nor needle work

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to vind me an acre of land:

Persley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Between the salt water and the sea strands

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Then her to reap it with a sickle of leather

Persley, sage, rosemary and thyme

And gather it all in a buch of heather

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

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