House Carpenter  - Traditional Arr. By Bob Dylan
    Well met, well met, my own true love

    Well met, well met, cried she
    I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
    And it's all for the love of thee

    I could have married a King's daughter there
    She would have married me
    But I have forsaken my King's daughter there
    It's all for the love of thee

    Well, if you could have married a King's daughter there
    I'm sure you're the one to blame
    For I am married to a house carpenter
    And I'm sure he's a fine young man

    Forsake, forsake your house carpenter
    And come away with me
    I'll take you where the green grass grows
    On the shores of sunny Italy

    So up she picked her babies three
    And gave them kisses, one, two, three
    Saying "take good care of your daddy while I'm gone
    And keep him good company."

    Well, they were sailin' about two weeks
    I'm sure it was not three
    When the younger of the girls, she came on deck
    Sayin' she wants company

    "Well, are you weepin' for your house and home?
    Or are you weepin' for your babies three?"
    "Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter
    I'm weepin' for my babies three."

    Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
    They look as white as snow
    Those are the hill of heaven, my love
    You and I'll never know

    Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
    They look as dark as night
    Those are the hills of hell-fire my love
    Where you and I will unite

    Oh twice around went the gallant ship
    I'm sure it was not three
    When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak
    And it drifted to the bottom of the sea

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