Scarborough Fair/Canticle
by Simon and Garfunkel
Capo 7

Intro:
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Melody:
  Are         you    going       to     Scar-      borough Fair
                                 On the side  of    the    hill  in    the
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                           Parsley,     sage,        rose-  ma-ry      and
  deep  for-  est    green
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  thyme                                                                re-
  Tra- cing   a      spar- row   on     snow-crest- ed     ground
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  mem-        ber    me          to     one   who  lives   there
                                        Blan-kets   and    bed-clothes the
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                     She         once   was         a      true  love of
  child of    the    mountain
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  mine
  Sleeps un-  a-     ware  of    the    cla-  ri-   on     call
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Outro:
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She was once a true love of mine.

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 needle work
                     (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
                              (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me and acre of land
                 (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley sage, rosemary and thyme
                           (Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands,
                  (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

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

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She was once a true love of mine