(Originalt capo på 7.bånd)


INTRO
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VERS 1:
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   Are         you     going         to    Scar -  borough     fair?


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                             Parsley,     sage,       rose     ma -  ry   and


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   thyme.                                                                  Re 


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   mem  -     ber      me          to     one   who   lives   there


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                       She        once    was          a      true   love of    



MELLOMSPILL:
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   mine

   
   
VERS 2:
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then she'll be a true love of mine


VERS 3:
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine


VERS 4:
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