читать дальшеIt's of a young apprentice
Who went to court his dear
The moon was shining bright-e-ly,
The stars were twinkling clear
When he went to his love's window
To ease her of her pain
And she quick-e-ly rose and let him in
And went to bed again.
My father and my mother
In yonder room do lay
They are embracing one another
And so may you and I
They are embracing one another
Without a fear or doubt
Saying: Take me in your arms, my love,
And blow the candle out
My mother she'd be ang-e-ry
If she should come to know
My father he'd be angry too,
To prove my overthrow
I wouldn't forfeit five guineas
Now that they should find me out
Saying: Take me in your arms, my love,
And blow the candle out.
O when your baby it is born
You may dandle it on your knee
And if it be a baby boy
Then name it after me
For when nine months are over
My apprenticeship is out
I'll return and do my duty
And blow the candle out.
Now six months they were over,
Six months and a day
He wrote his love a letter,
That he was going away
He wrote his love a letter,
Without a fear or doubt
Saying he never should return again
To blow the candle out.
Come all you pretty young local girls
A warning take by me
And don't be quick to fall in love
With everyone you see
For when they're in their prenticeship
They'll swear their time is out
Then they'll leave you, as mine left me,
To blow the candle out.