| «Well met, well met, my own true love, well met, well met,» cried he
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| «I've just returned from the salt, salt sea all for the love of thee.»
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| «I could have married the King’s daughter dear, she would have married me
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| But I have forsaken her crowns of gold all for the love of thee.»
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| «Well, if you could have married the King’s daughter dear, I’m sure you are to
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| blame
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| For I am married to a house carpenter, and find him a nice young man.»
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| «Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter and go along with me?
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| I’ll take you to where the grass grows green, to the banks of the salt,
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| salt sea.»
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| «Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter and go along with thee
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| What have you got to maintain me on and keep me from poverty?»
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| «Six ships, six ships all out on the sea, seven more upon dry land
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| One hundred and ten all brave sailor men will be at your command.»
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| She picked up her own wee babe, kisses gave him three
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| Said «Stay right here with my house carpenter and keep him good company
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| Then she putted on her rich attire, so glorious to behold
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| And as she trod along her way, she shown like the glittering gold
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| Well, they’d not been gone but about two weeks, I know it was not three
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| When this fair lady began to weep, she wept most bitterly
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| «Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid, weep it for your golden store?
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| Or do you weep for your house carpenter who never you shall see anymore?»
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| «I do not weep for my house carpenter or for any golden store
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| I do weep for my own wee babe, who never I shall see anymore.»
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| Well, they’d not been gone but about three weeks, I’m sure it was not four
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| Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank, never to rise anymore
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| One time around spun our gallant ship, two times around spun she
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| Three times around spun our gallant ship and sank to the bottom of the sea
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| «What hills, what hills are those, my love, that rise so fair and high?»
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| «Those are the hills of heaven, my love, but not for you and I.»
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| «And what hills, what hills are those, my love, those hills so dark and low?»
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| «Those are the hills of hell, my love, where you and I must go.» |