Letras
Well met, well met, good and old true love
Well met, well met, good he
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the sake of thee
I could have married a king's daughter there
So freely she was with me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
And it's all for the sake of thee
If you could have married a king's daughter there
I'm sure you are to blame
For I've recently wedded a house carpenter
And I think he's a fine young man
Will you forsake your house carpenter
And come and go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of sweet Italy
Well she picked up her dear little babe
Kisses she gave him three
Saying "Stay at home my dearest babe
And keep your daddy company."
They had not been sailin' but about two days
I'm sure that it was not three
When this fair lady began to weep
And she wept most bitterly
"Oh why are you weepin', my dearest dear?
Are you weepin' for my golden store?
Or are you weepin' for your house carpenter
Whose face you'll never see anymore?"
"I am not weepin' for my house carpenter
Nor yet for any store
But I am weepin' for my own dear babe
Whose face I'll never see anymore."
"What hills, what hills are those, my dear?
What hills so fair and high?"
"Those are the hills of heaven, my dear
But not for you or I."
"What hills, what hills are those, my love?
What hills so dark and low?"
"Those are the hills of hell, oh my dear
Where you and I must go."
They had not been sailin' but about three days
I'm sure that it was not four
When the ship sprang a leak in the bottom of the deck
And she sank for to rise no more