Scarborough Fair
Scarborough Fair to tradycyjna angielska ballada. Jej powstanie datuje się na czasy późnego średniowiecza, w których to czasach Scarborough było ważnym miejscem dla kupców z całej Europy. Pieśń ukształtowała się między XVI a XVII wiekiem i przypuszczalnie powstała na bazie innej ballady – The Elfin Knight (Child Ballad No. 2).
Utwór ten wykonywało wielu artystów, m.in. Omnia, Simon & Garfunkel, Mark Easley, Herbie Hancock, Sarah Brightman, Amy Nuttall, Leaves' Eyes, My Dying Bride, Hayley Westenra z zespołem Celtic Woman, Gregorian, Marianne Faithfull, Queensrÿche czy Scooter, w piosenkach takich jak Scarborough Affair czy Scarborough Re-reloaded.
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Obydwoje:
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.
Mężczyzna:
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seam nor fine needlework,
And then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
And then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
And then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Ask her to do me this courtesy,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And ask for a like favour from me,
And then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Obydwoje:
Have you been to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me from one who lives there,
For he once was a true love of mine.
Kobieta:
Ask him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea-sand,
For then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Ask him to plough it with a sheep’s horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
For then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And gather it up with a rope made of heather,
For then he’ll be a true love of mine.
When he has done and finished his work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt,
For then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Obydwoje:
If you say that you can’t, then I shall reply,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try,
Or you’ll never be a true love of mine.
