Well met, well met God and oh, true love Well met, well met God and he
I've just returned from the soft, soft sea And it's all for the sake of thee
I could have married a king's daughter there So freely she was with me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold And it's all for the sake of thee
If you could have married a king's daughter there I'm sure you are to blame
For I've recently wedded a house carpenter And I think he's a fine young man
Will you forsake your house carpenter And come and go along with me
I'll take you to where the grass grows green On the banks of sweet Italy
Well she picked up her dear little babe Kisses she gave him three
Saying stay at home my dearest babe And keep your daddy company
They had not been sailing but about two days I'm sure that it was not three
When this fair lady began to weep And she wept most bitterly
Oh why are you weeping my dearest dear Are you weeping for my golden star
Or are you weeping for your house carpenter Whose face you'll never see anymore
I am not weeping for my house carpenter Nor yet for any star
But I am weeping for my own dear babe Whose face I'll never see anymore
What hills, what hills are those my dear What hills so fair and high
Those are the hills of heaven my dear But not for you or I
What hills, what hills are those my love What hills so dark and low
Those are the hills of hell oh my dear Where you and I must go
They had not been sailing but about three days I'm sure that it was not four
When the ship sprang a leak in the bottom of the deck And she sang for to rise no more