Well met, well met, said an old true love well met, well met, said he i just returned from the salt, salt sea and its all for the love of thee come in, come in, my own true love and have a seat by me its been three-fourths of a long, long year since together we have been i cant come in and i cant sit down for ive only a moments time they say youre married to a house carpenter and your heart will never be mine i couldve married the kings daughter fair and she wouldve married me but i have forsaken, her crowns of gold and all for the love of thee now will you forsake your house carpenter and come along with me ill take you where, the grass grows green on the banks of the deep blue sea then she picked up her darling little babe and kisses she gave it three saying stay right here you darling little babe and keep your pop company they had not been on the ship two weeks im sure it was not three til this true love began to weep and to mourn and she wept most bitterly saying are you weeping for my silver and my gold? saying are you weeeping for my store? or are you weeping, for your house carpenter whose face youll never see no more? i am not weeping for your silver and your gold i am not weeping for your store no i am weeping, for my darling little babe whose face ill never see no more they had not been on the ship three weeks im sure it was not four when there came a leak, in the bottom of the ship and sank them for to rise no more
