| Well met, well met, my own true love,
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| well met, well met, said he.
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| You’ve gone away with another, my love,
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| and thus forsaken me.
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| I do not cry for my broken heart,
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| and nor for your broken vow,
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| it’s for your children who ask after you,
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| that I’m cryin now.
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| And I am just a house carpenter,
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| that’s all that I wanna be,
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| but you took from me everything that I had,
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| and stole across the sea.
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| But leave it to a messenger,
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| to only bring bad news,
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| on the fly he brought me to mine,
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| none which I could use.
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| Set sail, set sail, the captain said,
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| I have what I’ve come for,
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| he gave to her the strangest lands
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| she’d ever seen before.
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| And I am just a house carpenter,
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| that’s all that I wanna be,
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| but you took from me everything that I had,
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| and stole across the sea.
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| I’ve heard sad stories all my life,
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| but none so sad as this,
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| a mile from shore a storm came forth,
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| and stirred that black abyss.
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| The gallant ship spun one time around,
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| she prayed forgive me please,
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| too late, too late, said the devil’s first mate,
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| your soul belongs to the seas.
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| And I am just a house carpenter,
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| that’s all that I wanna be,
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| but you took from me everything that I had,
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| and stole across the sea.
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| Now, I’m not a man of many words,
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| or one of great discern,
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| there are many lessons that we are taught
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| and few that we will learn.
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| What I can say without regret,
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| to keep you safe from wrath,
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| content yourself with your circumstance,
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| be happy with the life you have. |