House Carpenter - Chris Cohen

We’ve met, we’ve met my old true love

We’ve met, we’ve met said he

I’ve just returned from the salt salt sea

And it’s all for the love of thee

Come in, come in my old true love

And have a seat with me

It’s been three fourths of a long long year

Since together we have been

No, I can’t come in, I can’t sit down

I have but a moment’s time

They say you are married to a house carpenter

And your heart will never be mine

I could have married the King’s daughter fair

And she would have married me

But I’ve forsaken her crown of gold

And it’s all for the love of thee

Will you forsake your house carpenter

And come along with me

I’ll take you where the grass grows green

On the banks of Ittery

Then she picked up her darling little babe

And kisses she gave it thee

Saying stay right here my darling little babe

And keep your papa company

They had not been on the ship two weeks

I’m sure it was not three

Till his true love began to weep and mourn

And she wept most bitterly

Oh is it for your silver you weep

Oh is it for your store

Or is it for that house carpenter

Whose face you’ll never see anymore?

A curse, a curse to the sailor she cried

A curse, a curse she swore

You’ve robbed me of my darling little babe

Whose face I’ll never see anymore

They had not been on the ship three weeks

I’m sure it was not four

They sprang a leak in the bottom of the ship

And it sunk for to rise no more