C       Dm      E       F       G       
<====>  <====>  <====>  <====>  <====>  
 ||||    ||O|    O|||    ||O|    ||||   
 ||||    OO||    |||O    O|||    |O|O   
 |||O    ||||    ||||    ||||    ||O|   
 ||||    ||||    |O||    ||||    ||||   
.||||   .||||   .||||   .||||   .||||   
 ||||    ||||    ||||    ||||    ||||   

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


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


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


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


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