Sunday 21 September 2008 photo 1/10
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Sunday 21 September 2008 photo 1/10
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Well met, well met said an old true love.
Well met, well 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 by me.
It's been three-fourths of a long, long year,
Since together we have been.
I can't come in and I can't sit down,
For I've only a moments time.
They say you're married to a house carpenter,
And your heart will never be mine.
I could have married the kings daughter fair,
And she would have married me,
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold,
And it's all for the love of thee.
Now will you forsake your house carpenter,
And go along with me?
I'll take you where the grass grows green,
On the banks of the deep blue sea.
Then she picked up her darling little babe,
And kisses she gave it three,
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.
When the old true love began to weep and to mourn,
And she wept most bitterly.
Saying are you weeping for my silver and my gold?
Saying are you weeping for my store?
Or are you weeping for your house carpenter,
Whose face you'll never see no more?
A curse, a curse to the sailor she cried.
A curse, a curse she swore.
You robbed me of my darling little babe,
That I shall never see no more.
They had not been on the ship three weeks.
I'm sure it was not four.
When there came a leak on the bottom of the ship,
And sank them for to rise no more.