作曲 : Traditional
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; Oh the sides of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown
Without no seams nor needlework; Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
And 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 grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strands; A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather; War bellows blazing in scarlet battalion)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Generals order their soldiers to kill
And 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
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; Oh the sides of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown
Without no seams nor needlework; Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
And 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 grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strands; A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather; War bellows blazing in scarlet battalion)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Generals order their soldiers to kill
And 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