"Well met, well met, my own true love   Well met, well met", cried he   "I've just returned from the salt, salt sea   All for the love of thee"      I could have married the king's daughter dear   She would have married me   But I have forsaken her crowns of gold   All for the love of thee      Well, if you could have married   The king's daughter dear   I'm sure you are to blame   For I am married to a house carpenter   And find him a nice young man      Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter   And go along with me?   I'll take you to where the grass grows green   To the banks of the salt, salt sea      Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter   And go along with thee   What have you got to maintain me on   And keep me from poverty?      Six ships, six ships all out on the sea   Seven more upon dry land   One hundred and ten all brave sailor men   Will be at your command      She picked up her own wee babe   Kisses gave him three   Said, "Stay right here with my house carpenter   And keep him good company"      Then she put on her rich attire   So glorious to behold   And as she trod along her way   She shown like the glittering gold      Well, they'd not been gone   But about two weeks   I know it was not three   When this fair lady began to weep   She wept most bitterly      Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid   Weep it for your golden store?   Or do you weep for your house carpenter   Who never you shall see anymore?      I do not weep for my house carpenter   Or for any golden store   I do weep for my own wee babe   Who never I shall see anymore      Well, they'd not been gone   But about three weeks   I'm sure it was not four   Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank   Never to rise anymore      One time around spun our gallant ship   Two times around spun she   Three times around spun our gallant ship   And sank to the bottom of the sea      What hills, what hills are those, my love   That rise so fair and high?   Those are the hills of heaven, my love   But not for you and I      And what hills, what hills are those, my love   Those hills so dark and low?   Those are the hills of hell, my love   Where you and I must go