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


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


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


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


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