Keys of Canterbury - Live

Madam, I will give 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
Sir, I won't accept from you the keys of Canterbury
Nor all the 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 a-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, 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, 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