Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough fair

^AmAre you ^Cgoing to ^EmScarborough ^AmFair Parsley, ^Csage, ^Drosemary and ^Amthyme ^AmRemember ^Emme to ^Amone who lives the^Gre ^AmShe once ^Gwas a ^Emtrue love of ^Ammine

^AmTell her to ma^Cke me a c^Emambric s^Amhirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

Parsley, ^Csage, ^Drosemary and ^Amthyme (Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown)

^AmWithout no ^Emseams nor ^Amneedle ^Gwork (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)

^AmThen she'll^G be a ^Emtrue love of ^Ammine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

^AmTell her to ^Cfind me an ^Emacre of ^Amland (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsley, ^Csage, ^Drosemary and ^Amthyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears)

^AmBetween the ^Emsalt water ^Amand the sea s^Gtrands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)

^AmThen she'll^G be a ^Emtrue love of ^Ammine

^AmTell her to ^Creap it with a ^Emsickle of le^Amather (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsley, ^Csage, ^Drosemary and ^Amthyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And g^Amather it ^Emall in a ^Ambunch of h^Geather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)

^AmThen she'll^G be a ^Emtrue love of ^Ammine

^AmAre you ^Cgoing to ^EmScarborough ^AmFair Parsley, ^Csage, ^Drosemary and ^Amthyme ^AmRemember ^Emme to o^Amne who lives ^Gthere ^AmShe once ^Gwas a ^Emtrue love of ^Ammine