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Well met, well met, my own true love |
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Well met, my love, by thee |
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I've just arrived from the salt, salt sea |
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And it's all for the love of thee |
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Now I could have married a great king's daughter and have myself to blame |
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And it's tons of gold I have refused and it's all for the love of you, my love |
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All for the love of you. |
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Well, if you could have married a great king's daughter you have yourself to blame |
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Well, I have married my house-carpenter and I think he's a nice young man. |
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Well, if you do leave you house-carpenter |
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And come along with me, |
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I'll take you to where the grass grows green on the banks of the Sweet Viledee, my love |
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Banks of the Sweet Viledee. |
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If I was to leave my house-carpenter |
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And go along with thee |
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What have you there to support me with |
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And keep me from slavery? |
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Well, I have six ships now sailing out |
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And seven more on sea |
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Three hundred and ten all jolly sailsmen |
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All to wait on thee, my love |
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All for to wait on thee |
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She dressed her baby all neat and clean |
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And gave him kisses three |
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Saying, "Stay, stay here, my darling baby boy |
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With you father for company" |
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She dressed herself in a suit of red and her maiden waist was green |
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And every town they passed by |
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They took her to be some queen, my love |
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Took her to be some queen |
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They were not two days out at sea |
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And I'm sure they were not three |
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When this fair maid began to weep |
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And she wept most bitterly |
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My curse, my curse, and all sailsmen |
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Who brought me out on sea |
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And deprived me of my house-carpenter |
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On the banks of the Sweet Viledee, my love |
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Banks of the Sweet Viledee |
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They were not three days out at sea |
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And I'm sure they were not four |
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When this fair maid disappeared from the deck |
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And she sank to rise no more, my love |
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Sank to rise no more |
