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


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


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


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


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