| [Ami] | [G] | [Ami] | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | Are you going to | Scarborough | Fair |
| [C] | [Ami] | [C] | [D] | [Ami] | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| parsley | sage rosem- | ary | and th- | yme |
| [C] | [Hâ™#mi] | [Ami] | [G] | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| remember | me to one | who | lives | there |
| [Ami] | [Ami] | [G] | [Ami] | [G] | [Ami] | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| she once Dwas | a tr- | ue | love | of | mine. |
| 2. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt |
| on the side of a hill in the deep forest green |
| parsley sage rosemary and thyme |
| tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground |
| without no seams nor needlework |
| blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains |
| then she'll be a true love of mine |
| sleeps unaware of the clarion call. |
| 3. Tell her to find me an acre of land |
| on the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves |
| parsley sage rosemary and thyme |
| washed is the ground with so many tears |
| between the salt water and the sea strand |
| a soldier cleans and polishes a gun |
| then she'll be a true love of mine. |
| 4. Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather |
| war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions |
| parsley sage rosemary and thyme |
| generals order their soldiers to kill |
| and to gather it all in a bunch of heather |
| and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten |
| then she'll be a true love of mine. |
| 5.=1. |