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Well met, well met, my own true love, |
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well met, well met, said he. |
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You've gone away with another, my love, |
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and thus forsaken me. |
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I do not cry for my broken heart, |
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and nor for your broken vow, |
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it's for your children who ask after you, |
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that I'm cryin now. |
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And I am just a house carpenter, |
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that's all that I wanna be, |
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but you took from me everything that I had, |
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and stole across the sea. |
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But leave it to a messenger, |
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to only bring bad news, |
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on the fly he brought me to mine, |
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none which I could use. |
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Set sail, set sail, the captain said, |
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I have what I've come for, |
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he gave to her the strangest lands |
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she'd ever seen before. |
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And I am just a house carpenter, |
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that's all that I wanna be, |
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but you took from me everything that I had, |
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and stole across the sea. |
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I've heard sad stories all my life, |
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but none so sad as this, |
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a mile from shore a storm came forth, |
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and stirred that black abyss. |
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The gallant ship spun one time around, |
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she prayed forgive me please, |
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too late, too late, said the devil's first mate, |
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your soul belongs to the seas. |
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And I am just a house carpenter, |
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that's all that I wanna be, |
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but you took from me everything that I had, |
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and stole across the sea. |
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Now, I'm not a man of many words, |
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or one of great discern, |
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there are many lessons that we are taught |
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and few that we will learn. |
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What I can say without regret, |
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to keep you safe from wrath, |
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content yourself with your circumstance, |
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be happy with the life you have. |
