Keys of Canterbury

AO Folk Song - JANUARY 2025
Keys of Canterbury
O Madam, I will give to you
The keys of Canterbury,
And all the bells in London
Shall ring to make us merry.
If you will be my joy,
My sweet and only dear,
And walk along with me, anywhere.
I shall not, Sir, accept of you
The keys of Canterbury,
Nor all the bells in London,
Shall ring to make us merry.
I will not be your joy,
Your sweet and only dear,
Nor walk along with you, anywhere.
O Madam, I will give to you
A pair of boots of cork,
The one was made in London,
The other made in York,
If you will be my joy,
My sweet and only dear,
And walk along with me, anywhere.
I shall not, Sir, accept of you
A pair of boots of cork,
Though both were made in London,
Or both were made in York.
I will not be your joy,
Your sweet and only dear,
Nor walk along with you, anywhere.
O Madam, I will give to you
A little gold bell,
To ring for your servants,
And make them serve you well.
If you will be my joy,
My sweet and only dear,
And walk along with me, anywhere.
I shall not, Sir, accept of you
A little gold bell,
To ring for all my servants,
And make them serve me well.
I will not be your joy,
Your sweet and only dear,
Nor walk along with you, anywhere.
O Madam, I will give to you
A gallant silver chest,
With a key of gold and silver
And jewels of the best.
If you will be my joy,
My sweet and only dear,
And walk along with me, anywhere.
I shall not, Sir, accept of you
A gallant silver chest,
With a key of gold and silver
And jewels of the best.
I will not be your joy,
Your sweet and only dear,
Nor walk along with you, anywhere.
O Madam, I will give to you
A broidered silken gownd,
With nine yards a-drooping
And training on the ground,
If you will be my joy,
My sweet and only dear,
And walk along with me, anywhere.
O Sir, I will accept of you
A broidered silken gownd,
With nine yards a-drooping
And training on the ground,
Then I will be your joy,
Your sweet and only dear,
And walk along with you, anywhere.
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