Lyrics
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
Well 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
Well, if you could have married the King's daughter, dear
I know you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And I find him a nice young man
Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
To the banks of the salt, salt sea
Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty?
Six ships, six ships all out on the sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command
So she picked up her own wee babe
Kisses she gave him three
Said, stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company
Well, they had not been gone about two weeks
I know it wasn't three
For our fair lady began to weep
She wept most bitterly
She wept most bitterly
She wept most bitterly
