Can you make me a cambric shirt,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam or needle work?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Now you have asked me questions three,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
I hope you'll answer as many for me.
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you find me an acre of land
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water, and the sea sand?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you plough it with a ram's horn,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over, with one pepper corn?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
And bind it up, with a peacock's feather?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
When you have done, and finished your work,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then come to me for your cambric shirt.
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam or needle work?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Now you have asked me questions three,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
I hope you'll answer as many for me.
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you find me an acre of land
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water, and the sea sand?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you plough it with a ram's horn,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over, with one pepper corn?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
And bind it up, with a peacock's feather?
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
When you have done, and finished your work,
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then come to me for your cambric shirt.
And you shall be, a true lover of mine.
Hi Frenk.
RispondiEliminaIs this poem or the words?
I don't understand all, but, wonderful!
Hello Maho! (:
RispondiEliminaThis is a ballad I studied yesterday (:
It's wonderful, isn't it? (:
Hi Frenk!(Ou<*)
RispondiEliminaWhere are this ballad from?(Italy?)
Ya, wonderful(^v^)
Very nice, as I said! (It seems that my comment has been deleted. Even though I had written it before °_° xD)
RispondiEliminaNo, no :P
RispondiEliminaIt's from England! Medieval Age (:
I've never read your comment Dabikun ;P