Verse 1
[Am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [Am]Fair
[C] Parsley, [Am]sage, [C]rosema[D]ry and [Am]thyme
[Am]Remember [C]me to [C]one [G/B]who [Am]lives [G]there
[Am]She once [G]was a true love of [Am]mine
Verse 2
[Am]Tell her to make me a [G]cambric [Am]shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
[C] Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
With[Am]out no [C]seams nor [C]nee-[G/B]ee-d[Am]le [G]work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
[Am]Then she'll [G]be a true love o[Am]f mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Verse 3
[Am]Tell her to find me an [G]acre of [Am]land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
[C] Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
(Washes the grave - with silvery tears)
Bet[Am]ween the salt [C]water [C]and [G/B]the [Am]sea [G]strands
(A soldier cleans - and polishes a gun)
[Am]Then she'll [G]be a true love of [Am]mine
Verse 4
[Am] Tell her to reap it with a[G] sickle of[Am] leather
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
[C] Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And [Am]gather it [C]all in a [C]bu[G/B]nch [Am]of [G]heather
(And to fight for a cause - they've long-ago forgotten)
[Am]Then she'll [G]be a true love of [Am]mine
Verse 5
[Am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [Am]Fair
[C] Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
Re[Am]member [C]me to [C]one [G/B]who [Am]lives [G]there
[Am]She once [G]was a true love of [Am]mine
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