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


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


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


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


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