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Một phiên bản nguyên tác dân ca Ăng lê. Song ca nam nữ
Male part-
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where never sprung water or rain ever fell,
And she shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.
Female part-
Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he'll answer as many for me,
Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea sand,
Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it all over with one pepper corn,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to sheer't with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it up with a peacock's feather,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And never let one corn of it fall,
Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
When he has done and finished his work.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme:
Oh, tell him to come and he'll have his shirt,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where never sprung water or rain ever fell,
And she shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.
Female part-
Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he'll answer as many for me,
Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea sand,
Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it all over with one pepper corn,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to sheer't with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it up with a peacock's feather,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And never let one corn of it fall,
Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
When he has done and finished his work.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme:
Oh, tell him to come and he'll have his shirt,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.
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Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel thêm "ý vị" phản chiến
SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE
(Simon & Garfunkel)
(Simon & Garfunkel)
Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel - 1968
Nana Mouskouri
Nana Mouskouri
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)
Parsley, 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
Parsley, 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)
Parsley, 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
Parsley, 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)
Parsley, 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
Parsley, 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
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.
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.
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P. Delanoe, dựa trên bản của Simon-Garfunkel dịch sang tiếng Pháp, bỏ phần phản chiến, thêm phần "thương nhớ quê nhà". Và Phạm Duy dịch theo bản của Delanoe, chuyển chevrefeuille (honeysuckle ) thành thiên lý rất ý nghĩa.
CHÈVREFEUILLE QUE TU ES LOIN
(Trad. - Arrgt P. Simon, A. Garfunkel / P. Delanoë)
Nana Mouskouri
(Trad. - Arrgt P. Simon, A. Garfunkel / P. Delanoë)
Nana Mouskouri
Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie
Un peu plus à chaque matin
Veux-tu ma belle tailler pour moi
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Une chemise dans les draps
Où naguère nous dormions si bien
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Une chemise dans les draps
Où naguère nous dormions si bien
Veux-tu me trouver un arpent de terre
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Tout près de l'église au bord de la mer
Pour chanter mon dernier refrain
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Tout près de l'église au bord de la mer
Pour chanter mon dernier refrain
Maintenant je sais que c'est la fin du soleil
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Et je voudrais que ce soit toi ma belle
Qui m'enterre de tes propres mains
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Et je voudrais que ce soit toi ma belle
Qui m'enterre de tes propres mains
Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie
Un peu plus à chaque matin
Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin
Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie
Un peu plus à chaque matin
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Sources
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BakWVXHSug&list=RD-BakWVXHSug
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45HTnEY6vio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIf2girEeO0