House Carpenter - Studio Outtake - 1961

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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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Duration
04:07
Key
7
Tempo
137 BPM

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