Those Dancing Days Are Gone

 F            A             Bb
Come, let me sing into your ear

       C                F
Those dancing days are gone

          A              Bb
All that silk and satin gear

 C                  Dm
Crouch upon a stone

                        G
Wrapping that foul body up

 C
In as foul a rag


Chorus

F           Dsus2            G
I carry the sun in a golden cup

     C
The moon in a silver bag  X2



Verse 2

 F           A              Bb
Curse as you may I sing it through

      C              F
What matter if the knave

          A                  Bb
That the most could pleasure you

     C                    Dm
The children that he gave

                               G
Are somewhere sleeping like a top

 C
Under a marble flag?


Chorus

F           Dsus2            G
I carry the sun in a golden cup

     C
The moon in a silver bag   X2



Bridge

 F                A          Bb
Come let me sing into your ear

                           C
I thought it out this very day

                F
Noon upon the clock

                   A        Bb
All that silk and satin gear

                       C
A man may put pretence away

                     Dm
Who leans upon a stick

                               G
May sing, and sing until he drop

C
Whether to maid or hag


Chorus

F           Dsus2            G
I carry the sun in a golden cup

     C
The moon in a silver bag   X2