Celia Pavey - Scarborough Fair / Canticle (instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Scarborough Fair / Canticle (instrumental)

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

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

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


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