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.