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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Scarborough Fair”

• Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
  Parsley, 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
  (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
  (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
  Without no seams nor needlework
  (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
  Then she'll be a true love of mine
  (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
  
  Tell her to find me an acre of land
  (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
  (Washes the ground with so many tears)
  Between the salt water and the sea strand
  (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
  Then she'll be a true love of mine.
  
  Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
  (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
  (Generals order their soldiers to kill)
  And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
  (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
  Then she'll be a true love of mine.
  
  Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
  Remember me to one who lives there
  She once was a true love of mine.
  

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