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


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


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


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


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