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KEYS TO CANTERBURY

(learned from Toby Lighthizer in about 1964)

(music to go here)

Oh, madam, I will give to you the keys to Canterbury
And all the bells of London town will ring to make us merry
If you will be my bride, my sweetheart and my dear,
If you will walk with me anywhere.

    Oh, no, I'll not accept of you the keys to Canterbury
    Though all the bells of London should ring to make us merry
    And I'll not be your bride, your sweetheart nor your dear,
    And I'll not walk with you anywhere.

Oh, madam, I will give to you a pair of boots of cork,
Though one was made in London and the other was made in York,
If you will be my bride, my sweetheart and my dear,
If you will walk with me anywhere.

    Oh, no, I'll not accept of you a pair of boots of cork,
    Though both were made in London or both were made in York,
    And I'll not be your bride, your sweetheart nor your dear,
    And I'll not walk with you anywhere.

Oh, madam, I will give to you a little golden bell,
To ring for all your servants and to make them serve you well,
If you will be my bride, my sweetheart and my dear,
If you will walk with me anywhere.

    Oh, no, I'll not accept of you a little golden bell,
    To ring for all my servants and to make them serve me well,
    And I'll not be your bride, your sweetheart nor your dear,
    And I'll not walk with you anywhere.

Oh, madam, I will give to you a gallant silver chest,
With a key of golden silver and jewels of the best,
If you will be my bride, my sweetheart and my dear,
If you will walk with me anywhere.

    Oh, no, I'll not accept of you a gallant silver chest,
    With a key of golden silver and jewels of the best,
    And I'll not be your bride, your sweetheart nor your dear,
    And I'll not walk with you anywhere.

Oh, madam, I will give to you an embroidered silken gown,
With nine yards a-drooping and a-trailing on the ground,
If you will be my bride, my sweetheart and my dear,
If you will walk with me anywhere.

    Oh, no, I won't accept of you an embroidered silken gown,
    With nine yards a-drooping and a-trailing on the ground,
    And I'll not be your bride, your sweetheart nor your dear,
    And I'll not walk with you anywhere.

Oh, madam, I will give to you the keys to my heart,
And all the love that's in it and we nevermore shall part,
If you will be my bride, my sweetheart and my dear,
If you will walk with me anywhere.

    Oh, yes I will accept of you the keys to your heart
    And all the love that's in it and we nevermore shall part,
    And I'll will be your bride, your sweetheart and your dear,
    And I'll will walk with you anywhere.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)