Well met, well met my own true love
Well met, well met cried he
I just returned from the salt, salt sea
And all for the love of thee
Well I could have married the king's daughter dear
And she would have married me
But I forsook my house and land
And all for the love of thee
If you could have married the king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to the house carpenter
And they say he's a fine young man
Will you leave your house carpenter
And go away with me?
I'll take you to where the gra** grows green
To the banks of sweet Italy
She took her two babes by the hand
And gave them kisses three
She said stay at home with your father dear
Keep him company
They had not been gone a very long time
Perhaps three days or four
When their ship overturned and sank
And they were far from the shore
I see bright hills of Heaven my dear
With angels to and fro
I see the fires of Hell my love
Where you and I must go
Well met, well met my own true love
Well met, well met cried he
I just returned from the salt, salt sea
And all for the love of thee