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The House Carpenter

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

Child #243