Well met, well met, my own true loveWell met, well met, cried sheI've just returned from the salt, salt seaAnd it's all for the love of theeI could have married a King's daughter thereShe would have married meBut I have forsaken my King's daughter thereIt's all for the love of theeWell, if you could have married a King's daughter thereI'm sure you're the one to blameFor I am married to a house carpenterAnd I'm sure he's a fine young manForsake, forsake your house carpenterAnd come away with meI'll take you where the green grass growsOn the shores of sunny ItalySo up she picked her babies threeAnd gave them kisses, one, two, threeSaying "take good care of your daddy while I'm goneAnd keep him good company."Well, they were sailin' about two weeksI'm sure it was not threeWhen the younger of the girls, she came on deckSayin' she wants company"Well, are you weepin' for your house and home?Or are you weepin' for your babies three?""Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenterI'm weepin' for my babies three."Oh what are those hills yonder, my loveThey look as white as snowThose are the hill of heaven, my loveYou and I'll never knowOh what are those hills yonder, my loveThey look as dark as nightThose are the hills of hell-fire my loveWhere you and I will uniteOh twice around went the gallant shipI'm sure it was not threeWhen the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leakAnd it drifted to the bottom of the sea
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Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried she
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the love of thee
I could have married a King's daughter there
She would have married me
But I have forsaken my King's daughter there
It's all for the love of thee
Well, if you could have married a King's daughter there
I'm sure you're the one to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And I'm sure he's a fine young man
Forsake, forsake your house carpenter
And come away with me
I'll 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'm gone
And keep him good company."
Well, they were sailin' about two weeks
I'm 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'm not weepin' for my house carpenter
I'm 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'll 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'm 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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