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The House Carpenter, Traditional Irish song
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 love of thee.
O I could have married the king's daughter dear
And she would have married me.
But I have refused the crown of gold
And it's all for the sake of thee.
If you could have married the king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame.
For I am married to the house carpenter
And he is a fine young man!
If you'll forsake your house carpenter
And come away with me,
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of the sweet Willie!
If I forsake my house carpenter
And come away with thee,
What have you got to maintain me upon
And keep me from slavery?
I've six ships sailing on the salt, salt sea
A-sailing from dry land,
And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
Shall be at thy command!
She picked up her poor wee babe
And kisses gave him three,
Saying "stay right here with the house carpenter
And keep him good company."
They had not been at sea two weeks
I'm sure it was not three,
When this poor maid began to weep
And she wept most bitterly!
O do you weep for your gold, he said
Your houses, your land, or your store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
That you never shall see anymore!
I do not weep for my gold, she said
My houses, my land or my store,
But I do weep for my poor wee babe
That I never shall see anymore!
They had not been at sea three weeks
I'm sure it was not four,
When in their ship there sprang a leak
And she sank to rise no more!
What hills, what hills are those, my love
That are so bright and free?
Those are the hill of Heaven, my love,
But not for you and me!
What hills, what hills, are those, my love
That are so dark and low?
Those are the hills of Hell, my love
Where you and I must go.
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