抽空听一首挚爱的老歌
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Scarborough Fair Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without a seam or needlework,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Where water ne’er sprang nor drop of rain fell,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to plough me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt sea and the sea strand,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And tie it all up in a tom-tit’s feather,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to gather it all in a sack,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And carry it home on a butterfly’s back.
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.