Classic Poem

It was late last Saturday evening
I went to see my dear,
The candles were all burning
And the moon shone bright and clear.
I rapped on her window
To ease her of her pain,
She rose and let me in
And then barred the door again.

I like well your behaviour
And this I often say —
I cannot rest contented
While you are far away;
But the roads they are so muddy
I cannot roam about,
So roll me in your arms, love,
And blow the candle out.

Your father and your mother
In yonder room do lie,
A-huggin' one another
So why not you and I?
A-huggin' one another,
Without a fear or doubt
So roll me in your arms, love,
And blow the candle out.

And if we prove successful, love,
Please name it after me,
Hug it neat and kiss it sweet
And dap it on your knee.
When my three years are ended
And my time it is run out,
Then I will prove my indebtedness
By blowing the candle out.