Tom: F# F# Bbm B Come, let me sing into your ear; Db F# Those dancing days are gone, Bbm B All the silk and satin gear; Db Bbm Crouch upon a stone Abm Wrapping that foul body up Db F# In as foul a rag: Bbm Abm \ I carry the sun in a golden cup \ 2x Db F# / The moon in a silver bag. / Repete a mesma seqüência de notas nas duas estrofes abaixo: (F# Bbm B Db F# Bbm B Db Bbm Abm Db F# Bbm Abm Db F#) 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 \ 2x The moon in a silver bag. / (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...