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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Scarborough Fair - Canticle}
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[by=Simon \& Garfunkel,cov=the-definitive]
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\cover
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\gtab{Lam}{X02210}
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\gtab{Mim}{022000}
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\gtab{Do}{X32010}
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\gtab{Sol}{320003}
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\beginchorus
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\[Lam]Are you going to \[Mim]Scarborough \[Lam]Fair
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\[Do] Parsley, \[Lam]sage, rose\[Do]ma\[Ré]ry and \[Lam]thyme
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Remember \[Do]me to one who lives \[Sol]there
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\[Lam]She once \[Sol]was a \[Lam]true love \[Mim]of \[Lam]mine
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
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\echo{On the side of a hill in the deep forest green}
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
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\echo{Tracing of sparrow on snow crested brown}
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Without no seams nor needle work
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\echo{Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain}
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Then she'll be a true love of mine
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\echo{Sleeps unaware of the clarion call}
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Tell her to find me an acre of land
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\echo{On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves}
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
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\echo{Washes the grave with silvery tears}
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Between the salt water and the sea strands
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\echo{A soldier cleans and polishes a gun}
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Then she'll be a true love of mine
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
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\echo{War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions}
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
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\echo{Generals order their soldiers to kill}
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And gather it all in a bunch of heather
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\echo{And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten}
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Then she'll be a true love of mine
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
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Remember me to one who lives there
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She was once a true love of mine
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\endverse
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\endsong
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