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Well met, well met my own true love |
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well met, well met cried he. |
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I've just returned from the salt salt sea |
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and it's all for the love of thee. |
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Come in, come in my own true love, |
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and have a seat with me, |
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for it's been three quarters of a long, long year |
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since together we have been. |
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I can't come in and I can't sit down |
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I haven't but a moment's time. |
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But I hear you're married to the house carpenter |
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so your love will never be mine. |
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And I could've married with the king's daughter there, |
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so free she was with me. |
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But I forsook all the crowns and gold |
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and it's all for the love of thee. |
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If you would have married with the king's daughter there, |
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I'm sure you are to blame. |
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And it's now I've married to the house carpenter |
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and I'm sure he's a fine young man. |
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Well will you forsake your house carpenter |
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and come away with me? |
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I'll take you down to where the grass grows green, |
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down by the sweet dundee. |
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(So she picked up her tine wee babe |
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and kisses gave it three, |
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saying |
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stay right here my sweet, sweet dear |
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and keep your father company. |
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Well they hadn't been on ship but about 2 weeks, |
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I'm sure it was not 3, |
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when she espied his cloven foot |
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and began to weep most bitterly.) |
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Are you weeping for your house and land, |
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or are you weeping for your store, |
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or are you weeping for your house carpenter |
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whose face you'll never see no more? |
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No I'm not weeping for my house and land, |
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I'm not weeping for my store, |
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it's now I'm weeping for my soul, so dear, |
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whose purity I'll never see no more. |
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(Well they hadn't been on ship for about 3 weeks, |
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I'm sure it was not 4, |
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when he stomped his foot and down she sank, |
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and sank to arise no more.) |
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Well met, well met my own true love love, |
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well met, well met cried he. |
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I've just returned to the salt salt sea |
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and it's all for the love of thee. |
