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 F Dsus2 G I carry the sun in a golden cup C The moon in a silver bag 2x 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? F Dsus2 G I carry the sun in a golden cup C The moon in a silver bag 2x 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 F Dsus2 G I carry the sun in a golden cup C The moon in a silver bag 2x Outro F A Bb C