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Well met, well met my own true love Well met, well met cried he I've just returned from the soft salty sea It was all for the love of thee I coulda married a kings daughter there She woulda married me But I have forsaken a crown of gold And it's all for the love of thee We speak not of our former vows They'll bring us such bitter strife Or hold your tongue love of our former vows For I've since become a wife Yes, you couldve married a kings daughter there I'm sure you're the one to blame For I am married to a house carpenter And I'm sure he's a fine young man Forsake, forsake, your house carpenter And come away with me I'll show you where the grass grows green On the shores of sunny Italy Well if I forsake my house carpenter Letras de cancionesAnd go away with thee What have you got for to maintain me with And to keep me from poverty Six ships, six ships I have out on the sea And seven more beyond dry land A hundred and ten of bold sailor men Will be under your command Well she picked up her babies on her knee And gave em kisses one, two three Take good care of your daddy while I'm gone And keep him good comapny Then she dressed herself in fine attire So glorious to behold And as she stood out upon the street Well she shun like the glitter and gold Well had not been out about two weeks I'm sure that it was not three When darker grew her husbands looks Yes and stormy grew the sea The clouds grew dark and the winds grew loud And down below deck went she She spied a glimpse of his cloven foot Well she wept most bitterly He said why are you weeping my darling dear Is it for your golden store Or are you weeping for your house carpenter Whose face you'll never see anymore Well she said I'm not weeping for my house and home Or neither weeping for my fee Oh I'm not weeping for my house carpenter I'm weeping for my babies, three What are those hills yonder my love They look as white as snow Those are the hills of heaven my love That you and I'll never know What are those hills yonder my love They look as dark as night Those are the hills of hell fire my love Where you and I will unite A three times around with the gallant ship When up on the deck strode he And reaching with his right hand he struck a moss And they sunk to the bottom of the sea From Letras Mania