http://www.linlins.com/NewMoon/5/2003-09-01-07-58-00.shtmlScarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
Then 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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
(Washed is the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to 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
《斯卡布罗集市》
问尔所之，是否如适。
蕙兰芫荽，郁郁香芷。
彼方淑女，凭君寄辞。
伊人曾在，与我相知。
嘱彼佳人，备我衣缁。
蕙兰芫荽，郁郁香芷。
勿用针砧，无隙无疵。
伊人何在，慰我相思。
彼山之阴，深林荒址。
冬寻毡毯，老雀燕子。
雪覆四野，高山迟滞。
眠而不觉，寒笳清嘶。
嘱彼佳人，营我家室。
蕙兰芫荽，郁郁香芷。
良田所修，大海之坻。
伊人应在，任我相视。
彼山之阴，叶疏苔蚀。
涤我孤冢，珠泪渐渍。
惜我长剑，日日拂拭。
寂而不觉，寒笳长嘶。
嘱彼佳人，收我秋实。
蕙兰芫荽，郁郁香芷。
敛之集之，勿弃勿失。
伊人犹在，唯我相誓。
烽火印啸，浴血之师。
将帅有令，勤王之事。
争斗缘何，久忘其旨。
痴而不觉，寒笳悲嘶。
