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Folk Song

X:1 T:The House Carpenter C:Trad Z:Webmaster

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M:3/4 L:1/4 K:C g|g3f _b2a2|g2_e-d c3g|g3f _b2a2|g4- gz _e-=e| w:Well met, well met, my own true-- love, Well met, well met, cried he-- I've- c3c g2gg|f2d2 _B2dd|c2ef g2f-_e|c4 z|| w:just re-tur-ned from the salt, salt sea, And it's all for the love of thee % W:1 W:Well met, well met, my own true love W:Well met, well met, cried he W:I've just returned from the salt, salt sea W:And it's all for the love of thee W: W:2 W:I could have married the king's daughter dear W:And she would have married me W:But I have refused the crown of gold W:And it's all for the sake of thee W: W:3 W:If you could have married the king's daughter dear W:I'm sure you are to blame W:For I am married to the house carpenter W:And I find him a nice young man W: W:4 W:If you'll forsake your house carpenter W:And come away with me W:I'll take you to where the grass grows green W:On the banks of the salt, salt sea W: W:5 W:If I forsake my house carpenter W:And come away with thee W:What have you got to maintain me on W:And keep me from poverty W: W:6 W:Six ships, six ships all out on the salt, salt sea W:Seven more upon from dry land W:A hundred and twelve all brave sailing men W:Shall be at your command W: W:7 W:She picked up her poor wee babe W:And kisses gave him three W:Saying stay right here with the house carpenter W:And keep him good company W: W:8 W:They had not gone but about two weeks W:I'm sure it was not three W:When this poor maid began to weep W:And she wept most bitterly W: W:9 W:O do you weep for your gold, he said W:Your houses, your land, or your store? W:Or do you weep for your house carpenter W:That you never shall see anymore W: W:10 W:I do not weep for my gold, she said W:My houses, my land or my store W:But I do weep for my poor wee babe W:That I never shall see anymore W: W:11 W:They had gone but about three weeks W:I'm sure it was not four W:When this fair ship sprang a leak and sank W:Never to rise any more W: W:12 W:What hills, what hills are those, my love W:That are so fair and high W:Those are the hill of Heaven, my love W:But not for you nor I W: W:13 W:What hills, what hills, are those, my love W:That are so dark and low W:Those are the hills of Hell, my love W:Where you and I must go. % % % % %

					
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