I've just returned from the soaks of sea,
and it's all for the love of thee.
I could have married the King's daughter dear,
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 to where the grass grows green,
on the banks of Litzerbeam.
They have not been a good two weeks.
I'm sure it
was not clear
when this fair maid began to weep and moan,
and you wept most bitterly.
Are you weeping for your
silver and gold?
Are you weeping for your soul?
Or are you weeping for the house of a
man whose face you'll never see no more?
A curse,
a curse,
to this maid,
oh, she cried.
A curse, a curse, she swore.
I'm weeping for my sweet little babe that I never shall see no more.
They had not been on bore three weeks.