Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves)
丘に舞い散る落ち葉が
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
銀色の涙で墓石を洗い
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
一人の兵士が銃を磨く
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
戦いの吹子が深紅の大軍を焚き付け
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
将軍は兵士達に命じる、「殺せ」と
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
もはや忘れ去られた理由のために戦えと
Then she'll be a true love of mine