| 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,
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| 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 |