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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 find him a nice young man
Will you forsake your house carpenter
And come away with me
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of the salt salt sea
If I forsake my house carpenter
And come away with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from slavery
Six ships, six ships all out on the sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
And me at your command
She picked up her own wee babe
And kisses gave him three
Saying stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company
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They had not been sailing for about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
When this poor maid began to weep
And she wept most bitterly
Do you weep for your house and lands
Or for any golden store
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
That you never shall see anymore
I do not weep for my house and lands
Or for any golden store
I do weep for my own wee babe
That I never shall see anymore
They had not been sailing for about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
When th egallant ship sprang a leak and sank
Never to rise anymore
What hills, what hills are those, my love
Those hills so bright and free
Those are the hill of Heaven, my love
But not for you and me
What hills, what hills, are those, my love
Those hills so dark and low
Those are the hills of Hell, my love
Where you and I must go
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