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[Verse 1]
        Fm               D#           Fm
        Are you going to Scarborough Fair
      G#          Fm        G# A#      Fm
        Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
          Fm     G#     G#   D#/G Fm    D#
        Remember me to one who lives there
        Fm       D#                  Fm
        She once was a true love of mine


[Verse 2]
        Fm                    D#       Fm
        Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
                        (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
      G#          Fm        G# A#      Fm
        Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
                                 (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
            Fm     G#         G#   D#/G Fm D#
        Without no seams nor nee-ee-dle work
                            (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
        Fm          D#               Fm
        Then she'll be a true love of mine
                                     (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)


[Verse 3]
        Fm                     D#       Fm
        Tell her to find me an acre of land
                        (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
      G#          Fm        G# A#      Fm
        Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
                                 (Washes the grave - with silvery tears)
           Fm            G#     G#   D#/G Fm  D#
        Between the salt water and the sea strands
                              (A soldier cleans - and polishes a gun)
        Fm          D#                 Fm
        Then she'll be a true love of mine


[Verse 4]
       Fm                         D#         Fm
        Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
                                  (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
      G#          Fm        G# A#      Fm
        Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
                                 (Generals order their soldiers to kill)
            Fm        G#        G# D#/G Fm D#
        And gather it all in a bunch of heather
                       (And to fight for a cause - they've long-ago forgotten)
        Fm          D#                 Fm
        Then she'll be a true love of mine


[Verse 5]
        Fm               D#           Fm
        Are you going to Scarborough Fair
      G#          Fm        G# A#      Fm
        Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
          Fm     G#     G#   D#/G Fm    D#
        Remember me to one who lives there
        Fm       D#                  Fm
        She once was a true love of mine