| Am | Am | G | Am | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am | Am |
| Are you | going to | Scarborough | Fair | , | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme | |
| C | C | (C) | (Bm) | (Am) | G |
Re | member | me to | one | who | lives | there |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
| She once | was | a | true | love | of | mine |
| Am | G | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am |
| Tell her to make me a | cambric | shirt, | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme |
| C | (C) | (Bm) | (Am) | G |
With | out any seam or | fine | nee | dle | work, |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
| She once | was | a | true | love | of | mine |
| Am | G | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am |
| Will you reap it with | sickle of | leather, | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme |
| C | (C)(Bm) | (Am) | G |
And | tie it all up with a | pea- | cock's | feather |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
| She once | was | a | true | love | of | mine |
| Am | G | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am |
| Will you find me an | acre of | land, | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme |
| C | (C) | (Bm) | (Am) | G |
Be | tween the sea foam | and | the | sea | sand |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
| She once | was | a | true | love | of | mine |
| Am | G | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am |
| Will you plough it with a | lamb's | horn, | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme |
| C | (C) | (Bm) | (Am) | G |
And | sow it all over with | one | pep | per | corn |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
Or | never | be | a | true | love | of | mine |
| Am | G | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am |
| Tell her to wash it in yon | der dry | well, | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme |
| C | (C) | (Bm) | (Am) | G |
Where | water never sprung, nor | drop | of | rain | fell |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
| She once | was | a | true | love | of | mine |
| Am | G | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am |
| Tell her to dry it on | yonder | thorn, | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme |
| C | (C) | (Bm) | (Am) | G |
Which | never bore blossom since | A | dam | was | born |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
| She once | was | a | true | love | of | mine |
| Am | G | Am | C | Am | C | (D) | Am |
| When you've done and | finished your | work, | parsley | sage rose | mary | and | thyme |
| C | (C) | (Bm) | (Am) | G |
Then | come to me for | your | cam | bric | shirt |
| Am | G | (Am) | (G) | (Am) | (G) | Am |
| She once | was | a | true | love | of | mine |
Created 2015 Jul 30 20:32
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