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The House Carpenter |
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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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all for the love of thee." |
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"I could have married the King's daughter dear, |
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she would have married me. |
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But I have forsaken her crowns of gold |
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all for the love of thee." |
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"Well, if you could have married the King's daughter dear, I'm sure you are to blame, |
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For I am married to a house carpenter, |
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and find him a nice young man." |
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"Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter |
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and go along with me? |
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I'll take you to where the grass grows green, |
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to the banks of the salt, salt sea." |
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"Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter |
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and go along with thee, |
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What have you got to maintain me on |
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and keep me from poverty?" |
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"Six ships, six ships all out on the sea, |
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seven more upon dry land, |
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One hundred and ten all brave sailor men |
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will be at your command." |
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She picked up her own wee babe, |
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kisses gave him three, |
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Said "Stay right here with my house carpenter |
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and keep him good company. |
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Then she putted on her rich attire, |
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so glorious to behold. |
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And as she trod along her way, |
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she shown like the glittering gold. |
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Well, they'd not been gone but about two weeks, |
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I know it was not three. |
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When this fair lady began to weep, |
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she wept most bitterly. |
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"Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid, |
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weep it for your golden store? |
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Or do you weep for your house carpenter |
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who never you shall see anymore?" |
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"I do not weep for my house carpenter |
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or for any golden store. |
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I do weep for my own wee babe, |
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who never I shall see anymore." |
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Well, they'd not been gone but about three weeks, |
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I'm sure it was not four. |
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Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank, |
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never to rise anymore. |
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One time around spun our gallant ship, |
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two times around spun she, |
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Three times around spun our gallant ship |
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and sank to the bottom of the sea. |
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"What hills, what hills are those, my love, |
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that rise so fair and high?" |
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"Those are the hills of heaven, my love, |
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but not for you and I." |
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"And what hills, what hills are those, my love, |
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those hills so dark and low?" |
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"Those are the hills of hell, my love, |
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where you and I must go." |
