Those Dancing Days Are Gone

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Come, let me sing into your ear;
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Those dancing days are gone,
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All the silk and satin gear;
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Crouch upon a stone
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Wrapping that foul body up
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In as foul a rag:
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I carry the sun in a golden cup   \ 
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The moon in a silver bag.        /


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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...