This a story about a ghost come back from out of the sea   Come to take his bride away from the house carpenter      Well met, well met, my own 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   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 where the green grass grows   On the shores of sunny Italy      So up she picked her babies three   And gave them kisses, one, two, three   Saying, "Take good care of your daddy when I'm gone   And keep him good company"      Well, they were sailin' about two weeks   I'm sure it was not three   When the younger of the girls, she came on deck   Sayin' she wants company      Well, are you weepin' for your house and home?   Or are you weepin' for your babies three?   Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter   I'm weepin' for my babies three      Oh what are those hills yonder, my love   They look as white as snow   Those are the hill 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 hell fire my love   Where you and I will unite      Oh twice around went the gallant 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