Текст песни Celtic Folk - Scarborough Fair
Celtic Folk - Scarborough Fair слова песни
SCARBOROUGH FAIRscott. 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 sandor 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.