Madam, I will give to you
the keys of Canterbury
And all the bells of London town
to ring and make you merry
If you will be my darling, my joy, and my dear,
If you will go a -walkin'
with me anywhere
Sir, I'll not accept from you
the keys of Canterbury,
Though all the bells of London
should ring and make us merry.
And I'll not be your bride,
your joy and your dear,
And I'll not take a walk
with you anywhere.
Madam, I will give to you
a little ivory comb,
To fasten up your golden locks
when I am not at home.
If you will be my darlin', my joy and my dear
If you will go a -walkin'
with me anywhere
Sir, I'll not accept from you
a little ivory comb
To fasten up my golden locks
when you are not at home
And I'll not be your bride,
your joy, nor your dear
And I'll not take a walk with
you anywhere
Madam, I will give to you
a pair of boots of cork
The one was made in London
and the other made in York
If you will be my darlin', my joy and my dear
If you will go a -walkin'
with me anywhere
Well, sir, I'll not accept from you
a pair of boots of cork
The one was made in London
and the other made
And I'll not be your bride,
your joy, nor your dear,
And I'll not take a walk
with you anywhere.
Madam, I will give to you
the keys to my heart,
And all my sacred promises
that we shall never part.
If you will be my darling,
my joy, and my dear,
If you will go a -walkin'
with me anywhere.
O sir, I will accept of you
the keys to your heart,
To lock it up forever,
that we nevermore may part.
And I will be your bride,
your joy, and your dear,
And I will take a walk with you anywhere.
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