Mesut Seyhanlı                        Simon & Garfunkel
mesuts@sim.net.tr
Capo:7.perdede
           SCARBOROUGH FAIR / CANTICLE

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  Am      /        /           /       /
  Are you going to Scarborough fair,
C          Am        C D      Am      /     /     /
  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
    /      C         Bm  Am    G
  Remember me to one who lives there
  Am      G   (Am)(G)  (Am) (G) Am
  She was once a   true love of mine.

  Am          /         /       /       /
  Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
                    (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
C          Am        C D      Am      /     /     /
  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
                           (Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown.)
      /      C          Bm Am  G
  Without no seams nor nee-dle work
                      (Blankets and bed clothes the child of mountain)
  Am          G (Am)(G)  (Am) (G) Am
  Then she'll be a   true love of mine
                               (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.)

  Am          /          /       /       /
  Tell her to find me an acre of land,
                    (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
C          Am        C D      Am      /     /     /
  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
                             (Washes the grave with silvery tears.)
    /              C         Bm  Am  G
  Between the salt water and the sea strands,
                        (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.)
  Am          G (Am)(G)  (Am) (G) Am
  Then she'll be a   true love of mine

  Am          /              /         /         /
  Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
                            (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
C          Am        C D      Am      /     /     /
  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
                             (Generals order their soldiers to kill.)
      /         C        Bm    Am  G
  And gather it all in a bunch of  heather
                  (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.)
  Am          G (Am)(G)  (Am) (G) Am
  Then she'll be a   true love of mine.

Am      /        /           /       /
  Are you going to Scarborough fair,
C          Am        C D      Am      /     /     /
  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
    /      C         Bm  Am    G
  Remember me to one who lives there
  Am      G   (Am)(G)  (Am) (G) Am
  She was once a   true love of mine.

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