(Amin77 Amin7sus) X2
(Amin77)Are you (Amin7sus)going to (Cmaj7)Scarborough (Amin77)Fair:
(C)Parsley, (Amin)sage, rose(C)ma(D)ry and (Amin77)thyme. (Amin77 Amin7sus) x2
Re(Amin)member (C)me to one (C/B)who (Amin)lives (G)there.
(Amin)She once (G)was a true love of (Amin77)mine. (Amin77 Amin7sus) x2
On
the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
On
the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
War
bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.0
