Well met, well met, said an old true love
  well met, well met, said he
  i just returned from the salt, salt sea
  and its all for the love of thee
    come in, come in, my own true love
  and have a seat by me
  its been three-fourths of a long, long year
  since together we have been
    i cant come in and i cant sit down
  for ive only a moments time
  they say youre married to a house carpenter
  and your heart will never be mine
    i couldve married the kings daughter fair
  and she wouldve married me
  but i have forsaken, her crowns of gold
  and all for the love of thee
    now will you forsake your house carpenter
  and come along with me
  ill take you where, the grass grows green
  on the banks of the deep blue sea
    then she picked up her darling little babe
  and kisses she gave it three
  saying stay right here you darling little babe
  and keep your pop company
    they had not been on the ship two weeks
  im sure it was not three
  til this true love began to weep and to mourn
  and she wept most bitterly
    saying are you weeping for my silver and my gold?
  saying are you weeeping for my store?
  or are you weeping, for your house carpenter
  whose face youll never see no more?
    i am not weeping for your silver and your gold
  i am not weeping for your store
  no i am weeping, for my darling little babe
  whose face ill never see no more
    they had not been on the ship three weeks
  im sure it was not four
  when there came a leak, in the bottom of the ship
  and sank them for to rise no more