Well met, well met you, old true love. Well met, well met, said she. I've just returned from the seashore, see, from the land where the grass grows green.Well, I could have married a king's daughter there, and she would have married me. But I refused the golden crown, all for the sake of thee.If you could have married a king's daughter there, I'm sure you are to blame. For now I'm married to a house carpenter, and I think he's a nice young man.If you forsake your house carpenter and come and go with me, I'll take you where the grass grows green, to the land on the banks of the sea.She went and picked up her sweet little babe, and kissed it one, two, three. Sing, stay at home with your papa dear, and keep him good company.She went and dressed in her very best, as everyone could see. She glistened and glittered down proudly. She walked the streets on the banks of the sea.She hadn't been sailing but about three weeks, I'm sure it was not four, till this young lady began to weep, and her weeping never ceased no more.Are you mourning for your house carpenter? Are you mourning for your store? No, I'm mourning for my sweet little babe. I never will see any more.She hadn't been sailing but about four weeks, I'm sure it was not more, till the ship sprang a leak from the bottom of the sea, and it sank to rise no more.