Lyrics
"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 sake of thee
I could have married a king's daughter there
She would have married me
And I have refused the crown of gold
And it's all for the sake of thee
If you could have married a king's daughter there
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And he is a fine young man
If you forsake your house carpenter
And fly away with me
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of sweet willy
If I forsake my house carpenter
And fly away with thee
What have you got to maintain me a pun
And keep me from slavery
I've sailed ship, sailing on the salt sea
Sailing from dry land
And a hundred and twenty jolly young men shall be at your command
She picked up her poor little babies
Her kisses were one, two, three
And then she trodded on her way
And shun like a glittering tree
They had not been at it two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
When this poor man began to cry
And she wept most bitterly
Oh, do you weep for your cold discern
Your houses, your land, and your store
Oh, do you weep for your house carpenter
The one you'll never see anymore
The one you'll never see anymore
"I do not weep for my gold," she said
My houses, my land, or my stores
But I do weep for my poor little babies
The land she shan't see anymore
They had not been at sea three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
When in the ship, there's been a great leak
And she sank to rise no more
No, she sank to rise no more
"Farewell, farewell, my own true love
Farewell, farewell," cried she
I could've deserted my house carpenter
And grieve them in the depths of the sea
Before a grave in the depth of the sea
"Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met," cried she
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the sake of thee
