Tekst+11+The+House

=**The House Carpenter**=

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 love of thee

I could have married a kings daughter, dear I'm sure she'd marry me But I've for saken her crown of gold And it's all for th love of thee

If you could'a married a kings daughter, dear I'm sure you are to blame For I'm married to a house carpenter And I find him a nice young man

Won't you forsake your house carpenter And go along with me I'll take you to where the grass grows green On the banks of the sweet lily

If I forsake my house carpenter And go along with you What have you there to montain me upon And to keep me from slavery

O, don't you see them seven ships A sailing for dry land There's a hundred and ten of the finest waiting men They'll be at your command

She pick-ed up her little babe An' kisses gave it three Saying, stay here, stay here, my precious little babe Keep your papa company

They had not been sailing about two weeks I'm sure it was not three Till this fair damsel began to weep And she wept most bitterly

What are you weeping for; my gold Or is it for my store Or is it for your house carpenter That you left on old England shore

I'm neither weeping for your gold Nor is it for your store I'm weeping for my precious little babe That I never shall see any more

They had not been sailing about three weeks I'm sure it was not four Till under the decks there sprang a leak And she sank to rise no more

O curse, O curse, all seamen, cried she O curse, them unto me They have robbed me of my house carpenter And now they are drownding me

O, don't you see that turtle dove A flying from vine to vine He's mourning for his own true love Just like I mourn for mine