House Carpenter
    (专辑: Joan Baez In Concert - 1962)
    
    "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 putted 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."