SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE
Words by Paul Simon 
Arranged by Paul Simon and Arthur Garfunkel

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Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

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 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

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Remember me to one who lives there.

Em      |D   Em |D    Em   D |Em   |  |
She once was a   true love of mine.


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Tell her to make me a   cam -  bric shirt:
- - - - - - - - -On the side of  a  hilll 

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in the deep forest green.
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tracing

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of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

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Without no seams nor ne-edle      work,
- - - - - - - - - - -Blankets and bedcllothes

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the child of the 

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Then she'll be a  true love of 
mountain - - - - - - - - - - -

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mine.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -      
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.


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Tell her to find me an  ac - re of land:
- - - - - - - - -On the side of a  hilll 

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a sprinkling of leaves.

        |Em       |G A     |Em     
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Washes 

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the grave with silvery tears.

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Between the salt water and the sea  strand, 
- - - - - - - - - - - -A   sol-dier cleeans 

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and polishes a gun. - - - - - - - - - - - -              
- - - - - - - -Then she'll be a  true llove of 

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mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.


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Tell her to reap it with a sic-kle of  leather:
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -War bellows  blazing 

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in scarlet battalions.

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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Generals 

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order their soldiers to kill.

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And gather it all   in a     bunch of heather,
- - - - - - - - And to fight for   a  ccause 

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they've long ago forgotten.

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she'll be a  true love of mine.
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