Madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury And all the bells in London shall ring to make us marry If you will be my joy, my sweet and only dear And walk along with me anywhere
Sir, I won't accept from you the keys of Canterbury No bells in London shall ring to make us marry I will not be your joy, your sweet and only dear Nor walk along with you anywhere ♪ Then madam, I will give you this fine silken gown With nine yards trailing, drooping on the ground If you will be my joy, my sweet and only dear And walk along with me anywhere Sir, I won't accept from you your fine silken gown Nine yards trailing, drooping on the ground I will not be your joy, your sweet and only dear Or walk along with you anywhere ♪ Then madam, I will give you this small golden bell That you may ring your servants, and they may serve us well If you will be my joy, sweet and only dear And walk along with me anywhere Sir, I won't accept from you your small golden bell That you may ring our servants and they may serve us well I will not be your joy, your sweet and only dear Or walk along with you anywhere I promise you everything, I promise you the earth Can ruin my value but you don't know my worth You don't give a damn about my money or the land The love tenderness, I don't understand You will not be bought, you will not be sold You won't be mine to have and hold Or walk along with me anywhere
So madam, I will give you the key to my heart That we may be together and nevermore shall part If you will be my joy, my sweet and only dear And walk along with me anywhere Sir, I will accept from you the key to your heart That we may be together and never more apart I will be your joy, your sweet and only dear And walk along with you I will be your joy, your sweet and only dear And walk along with you anywhere