{title: Scarborough fair}
{subtitle: Simon and Garfunkel}

[am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [am]Fair?
[C]Parsley, [am]sage, rose[D]mary and [am]thyme.
Remember [C]me to one who lives [G]there,
she [am]once [G]was a true love of [am]mine.

[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[D]mary and [am]thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown).
Without no [C]seams nor needle[G]work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then [am]sheŽll be a [G]true love of [am]mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).

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

[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]mary and [am]thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Be[C]tween the salt water and [G]the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then [am]she'll [G]be a true love of [am]mine.

[am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [am]Fair?
[C]Parsley, [am]sage, rose[D]mary and [am]thyme.
Remember [C]me to one who lives [G]there,
[am]she once [G]was a true love of [am]mine.