Blow The Candles Out
This is referenced as an English song, although some of the words suggest a more Scottish origin.  I have had a lot of fun with this song ... the tune is delightful, as is the imagery.  Evidently the young man in question could not marry (or get permission to) until the time of his indenture was up.  Apparently, this was a way to keep her from having to marry anyone else until he was free.  Kinda makes ya wonder about great grandma, don't it?

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When I was apprenticed in London, I went to see my dear
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The candles were all burning, the moon shone bright and clear
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I knocked upon her window to ease her of her pain
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She rose to let me in, then she barred the door again

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I like your we'el behavior and thus I often say
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I cannot rest contented whilst you are far away
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The roads they are so muddy, we cannot g'ang 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, love,  of what we have to do
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Lest that our noise of talking should make us our pleasure rue
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The streets they are so nigh, Love, the people walk about
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They may peep in and spy, Love, so blow the candles out

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And if we prove successful, Love, pray name it after me
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Treat it neat and kiss it sweet and daff it on your knee
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When my three years are ended, my time it will be out
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Then I’ll double my indebted love by blowing the candles out