Tom Drake/Bob Shane

When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear Her window held a candle It's light shone bright and clear
I walked up to her doorstep I knew she was within Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again

I like her good behaviour I like her easy way I cannot sleep contented The night seems like the day
To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout and roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out

When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before The candle at the window and my love at the door
We let the candle go, boys We had no care or strife We went to see the parson and she became my wife

And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee,
And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out