Sangbog for 2003 - Dikutal

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.
Have her make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without a seam or fine needlework.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Have her wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Have her find me an acre of land,
Between the sea and over the sand,
Plow the land with a horn of a lamb,
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam.
If she tells me she can't, I'll reply,
Let me know at least she will try.
Love imposes impossible tasks,
Though nothing more than any heart asks.
I must know she's true love of mine
Dear, when thou hast finished thy task,
Then come to me, my hand for to ask
Thou then art a true love of mine.
Endnu en lejrbål-sang? Gå til 66
Endnu en svær-sang? Gå til 38
76. Scarborough Fair