Uploaded December 2015 | Updated September 2026, 36 minutes ago
LYRICS:
Well met well met my own true love
Well met well met cried he
I've just returned from the salt salt sea
All for the love of thee
I could have married the king's daughter dear
She would have married me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee
Well if you could have married the king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
I find him a nice young man
Ah will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me
I'll take you where the grass grows green
By the banks of the salt salt sea
Well if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty
Six ships six ships all out on the sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command
She picked up her own wee babe
And kisses gave him three
Said stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company
Then she put on her rich attire
So glorious to behold
And as she trod along her way
She shone like glittering gold
Well they'd not been gone but about two weeks
I know it was not three
When this fair lady began to weep
She wept most bitterly
Ah why do you weep my fair young maid
Weep you for your golden store
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
Who never you shall see any more
I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store
I do weep for my own wee babe
Who never I shall see any more
Well they'd not been gone but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank
Never to rise any more
One time 'round spun our gallant ship
Two times 'round spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea
What hills what hills are those my love
That rise so fair and high
Those are the hills of heaven my love
But not for you and I
And what hills what hills are those my love
Those hills so dark and low
Those are the hills of hell my love
Where you and I must go!
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#notautotuned #notpitchcorrected
House Carpenter - traditional folk song. Performed by Robert Haigh.
LYRICS:
Well met well met my own true love
Well met well met cried he
I've just returned from the salt salt sea
All for the love of thee
I could have married the king's daughter dear
She would have married me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee
Well if you could have married the king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
I find him a nice young man
Ah will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me
I'll take you where the grass grows green
By the banks of the salt salt sea
Well if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty
Six ships six ships all out on the sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command
She picked up her own wee babe
And kisses gave him three
Said stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company
Then she put on her rich attire
So glorious to behold
And as she trod along her way
She shone like glittering gold
Well they'd not been gone but about two weeks
I know it was not three
When this fair lady began to weep
She wept most bitterly
Ah why do you weep my fair young maid
Weep you for your golden store
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
Who never you shall see any more
I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store
I do weep for my own wee babe
Who never I shall see any more
Well they'd not been gone but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank
Never to rise any more
One time 'round spun our gallant ship
Two times 'round spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea
What hills what hills are those my love
That rise so fair and high
Those are the hills of heaven my love
But not for you and I
And what hills what hills are those my love
Those hills so dark and low
Those are the hills of hell my love
Where you and I must go!
___________________________________________________________________________
#notautotuned #notpitchcorrected
House Carpenter - traditional folk song. Performed by Robert Haigh.
