Em D D4 D Em
Are you goin' to Scarbo- rough Fair?
G Em G A Em
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Em G D D4 D D4 D
Remember me to one who lives there
Em D Em
She once was a true love of mine
Em D D4 D Em
Tell her to make me a camb- ric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
G Em G A Em
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
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Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Em D Em
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Em D D4 D Em
Tell her to find me an a-cre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
G Em G A Em
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Em G D D4 D D4 D
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Em D Em
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Em D D4 D Em
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
G Em G A Em
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
Em G D D4 D D4 D
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Em D Em
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Em D D4 D Em
Are you goin' to Scarbo- rough Fair?
G Em G A Em
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Em G D D4 D D4 D
Remember me to one who lives there
Em D Em
She once was a true love of mine
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