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Blow The Candles Out

    When I was apprenticed in London
    I went to see my dear
    The candles all were burning
    The moon shone bright and clear.
    I knocked upon her window
    To ease her of her pain
    She rose up to let me in
    Then barred the door again.

    I like your well behaviour
    And this I often say
    I cannot rest contented
    When I am far away.
    The roads they are so muddy
    We cannot walk about
    So roll me in your arms my love
    And blow the candles out.

    Your father and your mother
    In yonder room do lie
    A-hugging one another
    So why not you and I ?
    A-hugging one another
    Without a fear or doubt
    So roll me in your arms my love
    And blow the candles out.

    I prithee speak more softly
    Of what we have to do
    Lest that our noise of talking
    Should make our pleasure rue.
    The streets they are so nigh, love
    The people walk about
    They may peep in and spy, love
    So blow the candles out.

    And if we prove successful, love
    Please name it after me.
    Treat it neat and kiss it sweet
    And daff it on your knee.
    When my three years are over
    My time it will be out
    And I will pay my debt to you
    By blowing the candles out.