"Well met, well met," said an old true love.
"Well met, well met," said he.
"I'm just returning from the salt, salt sea,
"And it's all for the love of thee."
"Come in, come in, my own true love,
And have a sit with me,
It's been three fourths of a long, long year,
Since together we have been."
"I can't come in and I can't sit down,
For I have but a moment's time.
They say you're married to a house carpenter,
And your heart will never be mine."
"I could have married the king's daughter fair,
And she would have married me,
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold,
And it's all for the love of thee."
"Now when you've forsaken your house carpenter,
And go along with me,
I'll take you where the grass grows green,
On the banks of Italy."
She picked up her little babe,
And kisses gave it three,
Saying, "Stay right here my darling little babe,
And keep your papa company."
They had not been on the ship two weeks,
I'm sure it was not three,
Till his true love began to weep and mourn,
And she wept most bitterly.
"Are you weeping for my silver and my gold,
Are you weeping for my store,
Or are you weeping for that house carpenter,
Whose face you'll never see anymore ?"
"A curse, a curse," to the sailor she cried,
"A curse, a curse," she swore,
"You robbed me of my sweet little babe,
That I never shall see no more."
They had not been on board three weeks,
I'm sure it was not four,
Until there came a leak in the ship,
And it sunk for to rise no more.