Well met, well met, my own true love Well met, well met cried she I have just returned from the salt salt sea And all for the love of thee I could have married the king's daughter dear I'm sure she would have married me But I have refused her crowns of gold And all for the love of thee 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 think he's a fine young man Will you forsake your house carpenter To go along with me I'll take you to where the grass grows green On the banks of the salt salt sea If I forsake my house carpenter To go along with thee What have you got to maintain me on And keep me from poverty? Six ships, six ships are out on the sea Seven more are on dry land One hundred and ten all bold sailor men Shall be at your command She picked up her sweet little babe Kisses gave it three Saying stay right here with my house carpenter And keep him good company She dressed herself in rich attire So glorious to behold And as she trod upon her road She shone like the glittering gold They were not out but about two weeks It was not more than three When that young lady began for to weep She wept most bitterly My love, why are you weeping so? Do you weep for your golden store? Or are you weeping for your house carpenter That never you will see anymore? I do not weep for my house carpenter Neither for any store But I am weeping for my own little babe Whom I shall never see anymore They were not out but about three weeks It was not more than four Meanwhile this lady continued to weep And her weeping did cease no more They were not out but about three weeks It was not more than four When the ship sprang a leak and began to sink And sank to rise no more Once around spun our gallant ship Twice around spun she Three times around spun our gallant ship And sank to the bottom of the sea