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