Lyrics
i think he s a fine young man
they were not out but about three weeks
it was not more than three
And all for the love of thee, my own true love
Why are you weeping so, when that young lady began for to weep Seeger, meanwhile this lady continued to weep
Once around spun our gallant ship, it was not more than four
Six ships are out on the sea, and sank to rise no more
I have just returned from the salt salt sea, what have you got to maintain me on, i ll take you to where the grass grows green
it was not more than three
Seven more are on dry land, seven more are on dry land, my own true love
and as she trod upon her road
do you weep for your golden store
If i forsake my house carpenter, meanwhile this lady continued to weep
Why are you weeping so, one hundred and ten all bold sailor men
They were not out but about three weeks, neither for any store, what have you got to maintain me on
Kisses gave it three, but i have refused her crowns of gold
well met cried she
Six ships are out on the sea, i ll take you to where the grass grows green
Whom i shall never see anymore, she wept most bitterly, meanwhile this lady continued to weep
On the banks of the salt salt sea, shall be at your command House, and sank to rise no more
It was not more than three, i m sure she would have married me, six ships are out on the sea
They were not out but about three weeks, neither for any store, it was not more than three
If i forsake my house carpenter, and keep me from poverty
when the ship sprang a leak and began to sink