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


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


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


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


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