Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried she
I抳e just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it抯 all for the love of thee
I could have married a king抯 daughter there
She would have married me
But I have forsaken my king抯 daughter there
It抯 all for the love of thee
Well, if you could have married a king抯 daughter there
I抦 sure you抮e the one to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And I抦 sure he抯 a fine young man
Forsake, forsake your house carpenter
And come away with me
I抣l take you where the green grass grows
On the shores of sunny italy
So up she picked her babies three
And gave them kisses, one, two, three
Saying "take good care of your daddy while I抦 gone
And keep him good company."
Well, they were sailin� about two weeks
I抦 sure it was not three
When the younger of the girls, she came on deck
Sayin� she wants company
"well, are you weepin� for your house and home?
Or are you weepin� for your babies three? "
"well, I抦 not weepin� for my house carpenter
I抦 weepin� for my babies three."
Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
They look as white as snow
Those are the hill of heaven, my love
You and I抣l never know
Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
They look as dark as night
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love
Where you and I will unite
Oh twice around went the gallant ship
I抦 sure it was not three
When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak
And it drifted to the bottom of the sea
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