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 while 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
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