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37 lines
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{title: Scarborough fair}
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{subtitle: Simon and Garfunkel}
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[am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [am]Fair?
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[C]Parsley, [am]sage, rose[D]mary and [am]thyme.
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Remember [C]me to one who lives [G]there,
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she [am]once [G]was a true love of [am]mine.
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[am]Tell her to make me a [G]cambric [am]shirt
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(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
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[C]Parsley, [am]sage, rose[D]mary and [am]thyme
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(Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown).
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Without no [C]seams nor needle[G]work
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(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
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Then [am]she´ll be a [G]true love of [am]mine
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(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).
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[am]Tell her to reap it with a [G]sickle of [am]leather
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(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.)
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[C]Parsley, [am]sage, rose[D]mary and [am]thyme
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(Generals order their soldiers to kill).
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And [C]gather it all in a bunch of [G]heather
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(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten).
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Then [am]she'll [G]be a true love of [am]mine.
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[am]Tell her to find me an [G]acre of [am]land
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(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves).
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[C]Parsley, [am]sage, rose[C]mary and [am]thyme
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(Washes the grave with silvery tears).
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Be[C]tween the salt water and [G]the sea strands
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(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
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Then [am]she'll [G]be a true love of [am]mine.
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[am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [am]Fair?
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[C]Parsley, [am]sage, rose[D]mary and [am]thyme.
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Remember [C]me to one who lives [G]there,
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[am]she once [G]was a true love of [am]mine. |