Apprenticed in London

When I was apprenticed in London
I used to see my dear
Stars were always shining
And the moon shone bright and clear
I rapped upon her window
To ease her of her pain
And she rose to let me in
Then she barred the door again

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

And if your prove successful, love
Please name it after me
Keep it neat and kiss it sweet
And daft it on your knee
When my days are over
We cannot gang about
So roll me in your arms, love
And blow the candles out

Traditional, adapted and arranged by Derroll Adams
(as it appears on the album Feelin' Fine)

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