| Well met, well met, my own true love
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| Well met, well met, cried he
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| I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
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| All for the love of thee
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| Well I could have married the King's daughter, dear
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| She would have married me
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| But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
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| All for the love of thee
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| Well, if you could have married the King's daughter, dear
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| I know you are to blame
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| For I am married to a house carpenter
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| And I find him a nice young man
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| Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter
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| And go along with me?
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| I'll take you to where the grass grows green
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| To the banks of the salt, salt sea
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| Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
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| And go along with thee
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| What have you got to maintain me on
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| And keep me from poverty?
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| Six ships, six ships all out on the sea
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| Seven more upon dry land
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| One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
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| Will be at your command
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| So she picked up her own wee babe
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| Kisses she gave him three
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| Said, stay right here with my house carpenter
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| And keep him good company
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| Well, they had not been gone about two weeks
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| I know it wasn't three
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| For our fair lady began to weep
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| She wept most bitterly
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| She wept most bitterly
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| She wept most bitterly |