Traditional Irish

Traditional Irish

Blow The Candles Out
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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 
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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 
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I cannot rest contented when I am far away 
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The roads they are so muddy, we cannot walk about 
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So roll me in your arms, Love, and blow the candles out 

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

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I pray thee speak more softly of what we have to do 
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Lest that our noise of talking should make our pleasure rue                   
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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 

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And if we prove successful, Love, please name it after me 
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Treat it neat and kiss it sweet and daft it on your knee 
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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.

Enviado por: Victor Borges

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