A worthy London 'prentice came to his love by night,
The candles were lighted, the moon did shine so bright.
He knocked at the door to ease him of his pain,
And she rose to let him in, love, and went to bed again.
He went into the chamber where his true love did lie.
She quickly gave consent for to have his compani',
She quickly gave consent the neighbors to keep out,
"So take away your hand love, and blow the candles out."
"I would not for a crown, love, my mistress should it know.
I'll in my smock step down and I'll out the candle blow,
The streets they are so nigh and the people walk about,
Some may peep in and spy, love, let's blow the candles out."
"My master and my mistress upon the bed do lie,
Enjoying one another, so why not you and I?
My master kissed my mistress without a fear or doubt,
So let us now be silent and blow the candles out."
What yet he must be doing, he could no longer stay.
She strove to blow the candle out and pushed his hand away.
The young man was so hasty to lay his arms about.
Still she cried, "I pray, love, let's blow the candles out."
As this young couple sported, the maiden she did glow.
How the candle went out, alas, I do not know.
Did she act in a flash, my mistress and my dame?
But what this couple did, alas, I dare not name.
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