Those Dancing Days Are Gone Lyrics

And it goes:
Come, let me sing into your ear
Those dancing days are gone
All that silk and satin gear
Crouch upon a stone
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag
I carry the sun in a golden cup
The moon in a silver bag X2
Curse as you may I sing it through
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you
The children that he gave
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup
The moon in a silver bag X2
Come let me sing into your ear
I thought it out this very day
Noon upon the clock
All that silk and satin gear
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick
May sing, and sing until he drop
Whether to maid or hag
I carry the sun in a golden cup
The moon in a silver bag X2
Outro (F A Bb C)