Letras
Well mad, well mad said my own true love
Well mad, well mad said she
Oh I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
From the land where the grass grows green
Oh I could have married a king's daughter fair
And she would have married me
But I have forsaken her silver and her gold
And it's all for the love of thee
If you could have married a king's daughter fair
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And I think he's a nice young man
If you forsake your house carpenter
And come and go with me
I will take you where the grass grows green
On the banks of the salt, salt sea
So she picked up her darling little babes
And kissed them one, two, three
Saying you stay here with the house carpenter
Who will take good care of thee
They hadn't been a-sailing but about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
When the maid began to weep and moan
Oh weep most bitterly
Oh are you weeping for your house carpenter
Or are you weeping for your store?
No I am weeping for my darling little babes
Whose face I'll never see no more
They hadn't been a-sailing but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
When the ship sprang a leak to the bottom of the sea
And sank to sail no more