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House Carpenter 1 Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan © 1991 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

22 Nov 1961 the bootleg series volumes 1-3 [rare and unreleased] 1961-1991 THE 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.

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House Carpenter 2

4 Mar 1970 ANOTHER SELF PORTRAIT:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 10 / 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.