Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough fair

^DmAre you ^Fgoing to ^AmScarborough ^DmFair Parsley, ^Fsage, ^Grosemary and ^Dmthyme ^DmRemember ^Amme to ^Dmone who lives the^Cre ^DmShe once ^Cwas a ^Amtrue love of ^Dmmine

^DmTell her to ma^Fke me a c^Amambric s^Dmhirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

Parsley, ^Fsage, ^Grosemary and ^Dmthyme (Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown)

^DmWithout no ^Amseams nor ^Dmneedle ^Cwork (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)

^DmThen she'll^C be a ^Amtrue love of ^Dmmine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

^DmTell her to ^Ffind me an ^Amacre of ^Dmland (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsley, ^Fsage, ^Grosemary and ^Dmthyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears)

^DmBetween the ^Amsalt water ^Dmand the sea s^Ctrands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)

^DmThen she'll^C be a ^Amtrue love of ^Dmmine

^DmTell her to ^Freap it with a ^Amsickle of le^Dmather (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsley, ^Fsage, ^Grosemary and ^Dmthyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And g^Dmather it ^Amall in a ^Dmbunch of h^Ceather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)

^DmThen she'll^C be a ^Amtrue love of ^Dmmine

^DmAre you ^Fgoing to ^AmScarborough ^DmFair Parsley, ^Fsage, ^Grosemary and ^Dmthyme ^DmRemember ^Amme to o^Dmne who lives ^Cthere ^DmShe once ^Cwas a ^Amtrue love of ^Dmmine