House Carpenter Lyrics
| Song | House Carpenter |
| Artist | Dave Van Ronk |
| Album | Inside Dave Van Ronk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| traditional | |
| Well met, well met, my own true love | |
| Well met, well met, cried he | |
| I've just returned from the salt, salt sea | |
| And it's all for the sake of thee | |
| I could have married a King's daughter there | |
| So freely she was with me | |
| But I have forsaken a crown of gold | |
| It's all for the sake of thee | |
| If you could have married a King's daughter there | |
| I'm sure you are to blame | |
| For I’ve recently wedded a house carpenter | |
| And I think he's a fine young man | |
| Will you forsake your house carpenter | |
| And come and go along with me | |
| I'll take you to where the grass grows green | |
| On the banks of sweet Italy | |
| Well she picked up her dear little babe | |
| Kisses she gave him three | |
| Saying "stay at home my dearest babe | |
| And keep your daddy company." | |
| They had not been sailin' but about two days | |
| I'm sure it was not three | |
| When this fair lady began to weep | |
| And she wept most bitterly. | |
| “Why are you weepin' my dearest dear? | |
| Are you weepin' for my golden store?" | |
| Or are you weeping for your house carpenter | |
| Whose face you’ll never see anymore? | |
| "I am not weepin' for my house carpenter | |
| Nor for any store. | |
| But I am weepin' for my own dear babe | |
| Whose face I’ll never see anymore.” | |
| What hills, what hillls are those, my dear | |
| What hills so fair and high | |
| Those are the hills of heaven, my dear | |
| But not for you or I. | |
| What hills, what hills are those, my love | |
| What hills so dark and low. | |
| Those are the hills of hell my dear | |
| Where you and I must go. | |
| They had not been sailin' but about three days | |
| I'm sure that it was not four | |
| When the ship sprang a leak in the bottom of the deck | |
| And she sank for to ride no more. |
| traditional | |
| Well met, well met, my own true love | |
| Well met, well met, cried he | |
| I' ve just returned from the salt, salt sea | |
| And it' s all for the sake of thee | |
| I could have married a King' s daughter there | |
| So freely she was with me | |
| But I have forsaken a crown of gold | |
| It' s all for the sake of thee | |
| If you could have married a King' s daughter there | |
| I' m sure you are to blame | |
| For I' ve recently wedded a house carpenter | |
| And I think he' s a fine young man | |
| Will you forsake your house carpenter | |
| And come and go along with me | |
| I' ll take you to where the grass grows green | |
| On the banks of sweet Italy | |
| Well she picked up her dear little babe | |
| Kisses she gave him three | |
| Saying " stay at home my dearest babe | |
| And keep your daddy company." | |
| They had not been sailin' but about two days | |
| I' m sure it was not three | |
| When this fair lady began to weep | |
| And she wept most bitterly. | |
| " Why are you weepin' my dearest dear? | |
| Are you weepin' for my golden store?" | |
| Or are you weeping for your house carpenter | |
| Whose face you' ll never see anymore? | |
| " I am not weepin' for my house carpenter | |
| Nor for any store. | |
| But I am weepin' for my own dear babe | |
| Whose face I' ll never see anymore." | |
| What hills, what hillls are those, my dear | |
| What hills so fair and high | |
| Those are the hills of heaven, my dear | |
| But not for you or I. | |
| What hills, what hills are those, my love | |
| What hills so dark and low. | |
| Those are the hills of hell my dear | |
| Where you and I must go. | |
| They had not been sailin' but about three days | |
| I' m sure that it was not four | |
| When the ship sprang a leak in the bottom of the deck | |
| And she sank for to ride no more. |
| traditional | |
| Well met, well met, my own true love | |
| Well met, well met, cried he | |
| I' ve just returned from the salt, salt sea | |
| And it' s all for the sake of thee | |
| I could have married a King' s daughter there | |
| So freely she was with me | |
| But I have forsaken a crown of gold | |
| It' s all for the sake of thee | |
| If you could have married a King' s daughter there | |
| I' m sure you are to blame | |
| For I' ve recently wedded a house carpenter | |
| And I think he' s a fine young man | |
| Will you forsake your house carpenter | |
| And come and go along with me | |
| I' ll take you to where the grass grows green | |
| On the banks of sweet Italy | |
| Well she picked up her dear little babe | |
| Kisses she gave him three | |
| Saying " stay at home my dearest babe | |
| And keep your daddy company." | |
| They had not been sailin' but about two days | |
| I' m sure it was not three | |
| When this fair lady began to weep | |
| And she wept most bitterly. | |
| " Why are you weepin' my dearest dear? | |
| Are you weepin' for my golden store?" | |
| Or are you weeping for your house carpenter | |
| Whose face you' ll never see anymore? | |
| " I am not weepin' for my house carpenter | |
| Nor for any store. | |
| But I am weepin' for my own dear babe | |
| Whose face I' ll never see anymore." | |
| What hills, what hillls are those, my dear | |
| What hills so fair and high | |
| Those are the hills of heaven, my dear | |
| But not for you or I. | |
| What hills, what hills are those, my love | |
| What hills so dark and low. | |
| Those are the hills of hell my dear | |
| Where you and I must go. | |
| They had not been sailin' but about three days | |
| I' m sure that it was not four | |
| When the ship sprang a leak in the bottom of the deck | |
| And she sank for to ride no more. |
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