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


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


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


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


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