| 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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| And it’s all for the sake of thee
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| I’ve come for the vows that you promised me
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| To be my partner in life
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| She said my vows you must forgive
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| For now I’m a wedded wife
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| Yes I have married a house carpenter
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| To him I’ve born two fine sons
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| For it’s seven long years since you sailed to the west
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| And I took you for dead and gone
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| If I was to leave my husband dear
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| And my two babies also
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| Just what have you to take me to
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| If with you I should now go
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| I have seven ships out upon the sea
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| And the eighth one that brought me to land
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| With four and twenty bold mariners
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| And music on every hand
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| It was then she went to her two little babes
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| She kissed them on cheek and on chin
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| Saying fare thee well my sweet little ones
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| I’ll never see you again
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| They had not sailed much more than a week
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| I know that it was not three
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| When altered grew his countinence
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| And a raging came over the sea
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| When they reached the shore again
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| On the far side of the sea
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| It was there she spied his cloven hoof
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| And wept most bitterly
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| Oh what is that mountain yon she cried
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| So dreary with ice and with snow
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| It is the mountain of hell he cried
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| Where you and I now will go |