Traditional Irish — Blow The Candles Out

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    Gm        Dm          Gm        A#       Dm     Gm
When I was apprenticed in London, I went to see my dear
     Gm      Dm         Gm        A#           Dm          Gm
The candles all were burning, the moon shone bright and clear
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I knocked upon her window to ease her out of her pain
     Gm  Dm     Gm     A#          D             Gm
She rose up to let me in, then barred the door again

Gm           Dm    Gm           A#   Dm     Gm
I like well your behavior and this I often say
   Gm    Dm       Gm         A#    Dm   Gm
I cannot rest contented when I am far away
      A#                                      D
The roads they are so muddy, we cannot walk about
    Gm     Dm       Gm   A#          D              Gm
So roll me in your arms, Love, and blow the candles out

      Gm    Dm        Gm        A#     Dm      Gm
Your father and your mother in yonder room do lie
   Gm      Dm   Gm         A#     Dm      Gm
A-hugging one another, so why not you and I?
   A#                                     D
A-hugging one another, without a fear or doubt
    Gm     Dm      Gm     A#         D              Gm
So roll me in your arms, Love, and blow the candles out

    Gm        Dm        Gm        A#      Dm     Gm
I pray thee speak more softly of what we have to do
      Gm      Dm         Gm            A#        Dm      Gm
Lest that our noise of talking should make our pleasure rue                  
       A#                                            D
The streets they are so nigh, Love, the people walk about
      Gm      Dm      Gm   A#        D               Gm
They may peep in and spy, Love, so blow the candles out

    Gm      Dm      Gm              A#            Dm   Gm
And if we prove successful, Love, please name it after me
  Gm      Dm        Gm               A#     Dm       Gm
Treat it neat and kiss it sweet and daft it on your knee
      A#                                          D
When my three years are over, my time it will be out
    Gm     Dm      Gm      A#      D                 Gm
And I will pay my debt to you by blowing the candles out.		
    

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