Celia Pavey - Scarborough Fair/Canticlle | Текст песни

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Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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 & 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, & thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

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

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