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