Dave van Ronk - House carpenter

^AWell met, ^Gwell met, ^Cmy own true ^Alove ^AWell met, ^Gwell met, ^Ccried he ^{E A}I've just ^Areturned f^Grom the salt^G, salt sea ^CAnd it's a^Ell for the^A sake of the^Ae

^AI could ha^Gve married^C a King's da^Aughter there ^ASo freely ^Gshe was wi^Cth me ^{E A}But I have^A forsaken ^Ga crown of g^Gold ^CIt's all f^Eor the sak^Ae of thee ^A

^AIf you cou^Gld have ma^Crried a King^A's daughter there ^AI'm sure y^Gou are to ^Cblame ^{E A}For I've r^Aecently we^Gdded a house^G carpenter ^CAnd I thin^Ek he's a f^Aine young ma^An

^AWill you f^Gorsake you^Cr house carp^Aenter ^AAnd come a^Gnd go alon^Cg with me ^{E A}I'll take ^Ayou to whe^Gre the grass^G grows green ^COn the ban^Eks of swee^At Italy ^A

^AWell she p^Gicked up h^Cer dear litt^Ale babe ^AKisses she^G gave him ^Cthree ^{E A}Saying "st^Aay at home^G my dearest ^Gbabe ^CAnd keep y^Eour daddy ^Acompany." ^A

^AThey had n^Got been sa^Cilin' but ab^Aout two days ^AI'm sure i^Gt was not ^Cthree ^{E A}When this ^Afair lady ^Gbegan to wee^Gp ^CAnd she we^Ept most bi^Atterly ^A

^A"Why are y^Gou weepin'^C my dearest ^Adear? ^AAre you we^Gepin' for ^Cmy golden st^Eore?" ^AOr are you^A weeping f^Gor your hous^Ge carpenter ^CWhose face^E you'll ne^Aver see anym^Aore?

^A"I am not ^Gweepin' fo^Cr my house c^Aarpenter ^ANor for an^Gy store ^{C E A}But I am w^Aeepin' for^G my own dear^G babe ^CWhose face^E I'll neve^Ar see anymor^Ae."

^AWhat hills^G, what hil^Clls are thos^Ae, my dear ^AWhat hills^G so fair a^Cnd high ^{E A}Those are ^Athe hills ^Gof heaven, m^Gy dear ^CBut not fo^Er you or I^{A A}

^AWhat hills^G, what hil^Cls are those^A, my love ^AWhat hills^G so dark a^Cnd low ^{E A}Those are ^Athe hills ^Gof hell my d^Gear ^CWhere you ^Eand I must^A go ^A

^AThey had n^Got been sa^Cilin' but ab^Aout three days ^AI'm sure t^Ghat it was^C not four ^{E A}When the s^Ahip sprang^G a leak in t^Ghe bottom of the deck ^CAnd she sa^Enk for to ^Aride no more^A