BLOW THE CANDLES OUT
(learned from Linda Allen in about 1957 and from Song Fest)
When I was 'prenticed in London I went to see my dear,
The candles were all burning, the moon shone bright and clear.
I knocked upon her window to ease her of her pain.
She rose to let me in, then she barred the door again.
I like your well-behaviour, and so I often say
I cannot rest contented while you are far away.
The roads they are so muddy, we cannot gang about,
So roll me in your arms, love, and blow the candles out.
Your father and your mother in yonder room do lie,
A-huggin' one another, and why not you and I?
A-huggin' one another, without a fear or doubt,
So roll me in your arms, love, and blow the candles out.
And if you prove successful, pray name it after me,
And keep 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 double my indebtedness by blowing the candles out.
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)