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F# A#m B
Come, let me sing into your ear;
C# F#
Those dancing days are gone,
A#m B
All the silk and satin gear;
C# A#m
Crouch upon a stone
G#m
Wrapping that foul body up
C# F#
In as foul a rag:
A#m G#m
I carry the sun in a golden cup 2x
C# F# /
The moon in a silver bag. /
Repete a mesma seqüência de notas nas duas estrofes abaixo:
(F# A#m B C# F# A#m B C# A#m G#m C# F# A#m G#m C# F#)
Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup 2x
The moon in a silver bag. /
(Come let me sing into your ear)
I thought it out this very day,
Noon upon the clock,
(All that silk and satin gear)
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
may sing, and sing until he drop
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup
The moon in a silver bag...
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