| Well met, well met, my own true love
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| Well met, well met, cried she
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| I’ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
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| And it’s all for the love of thee
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| I could have married a king’s daughter there
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| She would have married me But i have forsaken my king’s daughter there
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| It’s all for the love of thee
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| Well, if you could have married a king’s daughter there
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| I’m sure you’re the one to blame
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| For i am married to a house carpenter
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| And i’m sure he’s a fine young man
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| Forsake, forsake your house carpenter
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| And come away with me
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| I’ll take you where the green grass grows
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| On the shores of sunny italy
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| So up she picked her babies three
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| And gave them kisses, one, two, three
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| Saying «take good care of your daddy while i’m gone
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| And keep him good company.»
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| Well, they were sailin' about two weeks
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| I’m sure it was not three
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| When the younger of the girls, she came on deck
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| Sayin' she wants company
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| «well, are you weepin' for your house and home?
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| Or are you weepin' for your babies three?»
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| «well, i’m not weepin' for my house carpenter
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| I’m weepin' for my babies three.»
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| Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
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| They look as white as snow
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| Those are the hill of heaven, my love
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| You and i’ll never know
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| Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
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| They look as dark as night
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| Those are the hills of hell-fire my love
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| Where you and i will unite
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| Oh twice around went the gallant ship
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| I’m sure it was not three
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| When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak |