The House Carpenter

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T:The House Carpenter
S:Allie Long Parker, Eureka Springs, Arkansas on September 2, 1958
B:Max Hunter, #246, housed at Southwest Missouri State University Department of Music.
Z:Max Hunter
C:Composer :     %Tune composer
M:2/4     %Meter
L:1/16     %
K:Db
A2 |B3A d2c2 |(BA)F2 E2A2 |B3c d2c2 | B2 z2 z2
w:We met, we met my own_ true love We met we met, cried he
 (AF) |E2B2 A2AF |E2(ED) B,2DE |F2AA (BA)F2 | E2  |]
w: I've_ jest re-turned from th salt, salt_ sea And its all for th love_ of thee
W:We met, we met, my own true love
W:We met, we met, cried he
W:I've jest returned from th salt, salt sea
W:And it's all for th love of thee
W:
W:I could have married a kings daughter
W:I'm sure she'd a married me
W:But strings of gold I did'nt refuse
W:And it's all for th love of thee
W:
W:If you could'a married a kings daughter
W:I'm sure you are to blame
W:For I'm married to a house carpenter
W:And I'm sure he's a nice young man
W:
W:Won't you forsake your house carpenter
W:And go along with me
W:I'll take you to where th grass grows green
W:On th banks of th sweet lily
W:
W:If I forsake my house carpenter
W:And go along with you
W:What have you there to montain me upon
W:And to keep me from slavery
W:
W:O, don't you see them seven ships
W:A sailing for dry land
W:There's a hundred and ten of th finest waiting men
W:And they'll all be at your command
W:
W:She pick-ed up her precious little babe
W:An' kisses gave it three
W:Saying, stay here, stay here, my precious little babe
W:Keep your papa company
W:
W:They had not been at sea two weeks
W:I'm sure it was not three
W:Till this fair damsel began to weep
W:And she wept most bitterly
W:
W:What are you weeping for my gold
W:Or is it for my store
W:Or is it for your house carpenter
W:That you left on old England shore
W:
W:I'm neither weeping for your gold
W:Nor is it for your store
W:I'm weeping for my precious little babe
W:That I never shall see any more
W:
W:They had not been on sea three weeks
W:I'm sure it was not four
W:Till under th decks there sprang a leak
W:And she sank to rise no more
W:
W:O curse, O curse, all seamen, cried she
W:O curse, them unto me
W:They have robbed me of my house carpenter
W:And now they are drownding me
W:
W:O, don't you see that turtle dove
W:A flying from vine to vine
W:He's mourning for his own true love
W:Jest like I mourn for mine
W:

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