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


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


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


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


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