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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 just returned from the salt, salt sea |
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And all for the love of thee |
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Well I could have married the king's daughter dear |
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And she would have married me |
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But I forsook my house and land |
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And all for the love of thee |
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If you could have married the king's daughter dear |
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I'm sure you are to blame |
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For I am married to the house carpenter |
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and they say he's a fine young man |
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Will you leave your house carpenter |
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And go away with me? |
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I'll take you to where the grass grows green |
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To the banks of sweet Italy |
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She took her two babes by the hand |
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And gave them kisses three |
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She said stay at home with your father dear |
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Keep him company |
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They had not been gone a very long time |
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Perhaps three days or four |
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When their ship overturned and sank |
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And they were far from the shore |
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I see bright hills of Heaven my dear |
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With angels to and fro |
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I see the fires of Hell my love |
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Where you and I must go |
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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 just returned from the salt, salt sea |
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And all for the love of thee |
