51 lines
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51 lines
2 KiB
Text
{title: Scarborough Fair}
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{artist: Simon and Garfunkel}
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{key: Em}
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{define G/H base-fret 0 frets x 2 0 0 0 x}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 1}
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[Am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [Am]Fair
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[C]Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
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Re[Am]member [C]me to [C]one [G/H]who [Am]lives [G]there
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[Am]She once [G]was a true love of [Am]mine
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 2}
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[Am]Tell her to make me a [G]cambric [Am]shirt
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(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
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[C]Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
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(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
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With[Am]out no [C]seams nor [C]nee-[G/H]ee-[Am]dle [G]work
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(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
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[Am]Then she'll [G]be a true love of [Am]mine
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(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 3}
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[Am]Tell her to find me an [G]acre of [Am]land
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(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
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[C]Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
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(Washes the grave - with silvery tears)
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Bet[Am]ween the salt [C]water [C]and [G/H]the [Am]sea [G]strands
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(A soldier cleans - and polishes a gun)
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[Am]Then she'll [G]be a true love of [Am]mine
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 4}
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[Am]Tell her to reap it with a [G]sickle of [Am]leather
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(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
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[C]Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
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(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
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And [Am]gather it [C]all in a [C]bun[G/H]ch [Am]of [G]heather
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(And to fight for a cause - they've long-ago forgotten)
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[Am]Then she'll [G]be a true love of [Am]mine
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 5}
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[Am]Are you going to [G]Scarborough [Am]Fair
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[C]Parsley, [Am]sage, rose[C]ma[D]ry and [Am]thyme
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Re[Am]member [C]me to [C]one [G/H]who [Am]lives [G]there
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[Am]She once [G]was a true love of [Am]mine
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{end_of_verse}
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