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When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear. |
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Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear. |
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I walked up to her doorstep. I knew she was within. |
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Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again. |
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I like her good behaviour. I like her easy way. |
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I cannot sleep contented. The night seems like the day. |
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To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout and roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out. |
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When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before. |
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The candle at the window and my love at the door. |
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We let the candle go, boys. We had no care or strife. |
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We went to see the parson and she became my wife. |
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And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me. |
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She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee, |
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And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about. |
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Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out. |
