Here's a story about a ghost come back from out in the sea,
come to take his bride away from the house carpenter.
Well met, well met, my old 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,
and 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 to where the green grass
grows on the shores of sunny Italy.
Well if she picked her babies three,
and give them kisses one,
two,
three.
Saying take good care of your daddy while I'm gone,
and keep him good company.
Well they were sailing about two weeks,
I'm sure it was not three.
When the younger of the girls,
she came on deck saying,
what's company?
Well are you weeping for your house and home?
Or are you weeping for your bee?
Well I'm not weeping for my house carpenter,
I'm weeping for my babies three.
Oh what are those hills yonder my love,
they look as white as snow.
Those are the hills 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 hellfire my love,
you and I will unite.
Oh
twice around with the galleyed 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.