The House Carpenter

The House Carpenter - Eleanor Tomlinson

Lyricist：Traditional

Composer：Traditional

Well met well met my own true love

Well met well met cried he

I've just returned from

The salt salt sea

All for the love of thee

I could have married

The King's daughter dear

She would have married me

But I have forsaken her

Crowns of gold

All for the love of thee

If you could have married

The King's daughter dear

I'm sure you are to blame

For I am married to a house carpenter

And hers a find the young man

Oh will you forsake

Your house carpenter

And come away with me

I'll take you to where

The grass grows green

To the banks of the salt salt sea

Will if I should forsake my house carpenter

And go away with me

What have you got to maintain me on

And keep me from poverty

I've six ships sailing

On the sold sold sea

Seven more upon dry land

One hundred and ten

All brave sailor men

Will be

At your command

She picked her own

We're only babe

And kisses gave him three

Saying stay right here

With my house carpenter

And keep him good company

Well they'd not been gone

But about two weeks

I'm sure it was not three

When this poor maid began to weep

She wept

Most bitterly

Ah why do you weep

My fair young maid

Weep for your golden store

Or do you weep for your house carpenter

That never you shall see anymore

I do not weep for my house carpenter

Nor for any golden store

But I do weep for my poor wee babe

That never I shall see anymore

They'd not been gone

But about three weeks

I'm sure it was not four

Our gallant ship

Sprang a leak and sank

Never to rise anymore

What hills what hills are those my love

That rise so far and high

Those are the hills of heaven my love

But not

For you and I

What hills what hills are those my love

That sink

So dark and low

Those are the hills of hell my love

Where you and I must go