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House Carpenter 1

Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan © 1991 Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)


22 Nov 1961
cd imgTHE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 1
cd imgTHE BOOTLEG (T-286)

  ''Bob Dylan'' recording session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 20.nov.1961  

''Well met, well met'', my own true love
''Well met, well met'', cried she
''I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the love of thee.''

I could have married the king's daughter there
She would have married me
But i have forsaken my king's daughter there
It's all for the love of thee.

Well if you could have married a king's daughter there
I'm sure you're the one to blame
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'll take you to where the grass green grows
On the shores of sunny Italy.

So up she picked her babies three
And gave them kisses, one, two, three
Saying, ''Take good care of your daddy when i'm gone
And keep him good company.''

Well, they were sailin' about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three.
When the younger of the girls she came on deck
Saying, ''She wants company''.

''Well, are you weepin' for your house an' hold
Or are you weepin' for you be?''
''Well, i'm not weepin' for my house carpenter
I'm weepin' for my babies three.''

''What are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as white as snow.''
''Those are the hills of heaven, my love
You an' i'll never know.''

''What are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as dark as night.''
''Those are the hills of hell fire, my love
Where you an' i will unite.''

Oh, twice around went the gallant ship
I'm sure i was not three
When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak
An' it drifted to the bottom of the sea.  up
    

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House Carpenter 2


4 Mar 1970
cd imgTHE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 10 ANOTHER SELF PORTRAIT [1969-1971]

  Self Portrait recording session 5, Columbia Studios, NYC - 4.mar.1970  

''Well met, well met'', my own true love
''Well met, well met'', cried he
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
An' it's all for the sake of thee.

I could have married the king's daughter there
She would have married me
But i have refused a crown of gold
An' it's all for the sake of thee.

If you could have married a king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For i am married to a house carpenter
An' he is a fine young man.

If you'll forsake your house carpenter
And fly away with me
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of sweet Willie.

If i forsake my house carpenter
And fly away with thee
What have you got to maintain me upon
An' keep me from slavery.

I've six ships sailin' on the salt sea
Sailing(?)/Seven more from dry land
And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
Shall be at your command

She picked up her poor little babe
Her kisses were one, two, three
And as she trod upon her way
An' shone like a glittering tree.

They had not been at sea two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
When the poor maid began to cry
And she wept most bitterly.

Oh do you weep for your gold, he said
Your houses, your land an' your store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
The one you'll never see anymore?
The one you'll never see anymore.

I do not weep for my gold, she said
My houses, my land or my store
But i do weep for my poor little babe
That i never shall see anymore.

They had not been at sea three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
When in their ship, there sprang a great leak
And she sank to rise no more
No she sank to rise no more.

''Farewell farewell, my own true love''
''Farewell farewell,'' cried she
I could have deserted my house carpenter
And grave them in the depths of the sea
For a grave in the depths of the sea.

''Well met, well met, my own true love''
''Well met, well met,'' cried she
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
An' it's all for the sake of thee.  up
    

 Recording dates & record list

22 Nov 1961 1 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 1
THE BOOTLEG (b)
4 Mar 1970 2 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 10 ANOTHER SELF PORTRAIT [1969-1971]