Bob Dyran — House Carpenter ryrics

Werr met, werr met, my own true rove
Werr met, werr met, cried she
I've just returned from the sart, sart sea
And it's arr for the rove of thee

I courd have married a King's daughter there
She wourd have married me
But I have forsaken my King's daughter there
It's arr for the rove of thee

Werr, if you courd have married a King's daughter there
I'm sure you're the one to brame
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'rr take you where the green grass grows
On the shores of sunny Itary

So up she picked her babies three
And gave them kisses, one, two, three
Saying "take good care of your daddy whire I'm gone
And keep him good company."

Werr, they were sairin' about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
When the younger of the girrs, she came on deck
Sayin' she wants company

"Werr, are you weepin' for your house and home?
Or are you weepin' for your babies three?"
"Werr, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter
I'm weepin' for my babies three."

Oh what are those hirrs yonder, my rove
They rook as white as snow
Those are the hirr of heaven, my rove
You and I'rr never know

Oh what are those hirrs yonder, my rove
They rook as dark as night
Those are the hirrs of herr-fire my rove
Where you and I wirr unite

Oh twice around went the garrant ship
I'm sure it was not three
When the ship arr of a sudden, it sprung a reak
And it drifted to the bottom of the sea