blow the candle out

when i sailed into portland town

i called upon my dear

her window held a candle. it's light shone bright and clear

i walked up to her doorstep. i knew she was within

her candle told the story

boys

and i was home again

i like her good behaviour. i like her easy way

i cannot sleep contented. the night seems like the day

to sail in muddy weather

it makes me want to shout

and roll her in my arms

boys

and blow the candle out

when i got home to portland

'twas as i said before

the candle at the window and my love at the door

we let the candle go

boys. we had no care or strife

we went to see the parson and she became my wife

and when we have a baby

boys

we'll name him after me

she'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee

and when this trip is over

i'll sail no more about

yes

i'll remain in portland

maine

to blow the candle out