a D2 C7+  
a6 a2 a2 a6

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

a G a  
C a C D a  
a C G a G  
a G a

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt  
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme  
Without no seams nor needlework  
Then she'll be a true love of mine

a G a  
C a C D a  
a C G a G  
a G a

(On the side of a hill, in the deep forest green  
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground  
Blankets and bedclothes, the child of the mountain  
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land  
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme  
Between the saltwater and the sea strands  
Then she'll be a true love of mine

a G a  
C a C D a  
a C G a G  
a G a

(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves  
Washes the grave with silvery tears  
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather  
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme  
And gather it all in a bunch of heather  
Then she'll be a true love of mine

a G a  
C a C D a  
a C G a G  
a G a

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions  
Generals order their soldiers to kill  
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)

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

a G a  
C a C D a  
a C G a G  
a G a