Juste Scarborough
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- Juste Scarborough ≅ Scarborough Fair
Allez-vous juste Scarborough?
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Se souvenir de moi à quelqu'un qui vit là
Il était une fois un véritable amour de la mine
Dites-lui de me faire une chemise de batiste
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Sans aucune couture, ni à l'aiguille
Puis il y aura un véritable amour de la mine
Dites-lui de me trouver un arpent de terre
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Entre l'eau salée et le brin de la mer
Puis il y aura un véritable amour de la mine
Allez-vous juste Scarborough?
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Se souvenir de moi à quelqu'un qui vit là
Il était une fois un véritable amour de la mine
Are you going 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 seam 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 the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'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
He once was a true love of mine
SIMON & GARFUNKEL LYRICS
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.
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.