House Carpenter - Jackling Cottage
Channel: Emlyn O'Regan
Date: 11/10/2020

This is a kind of sound check for a new series that Jodie and I will largely host, the Jackling Cottage House Concert Summer Series! The song is House Carpenter, which we chose because we've got access to the big drum!

The House Carpenter (or The Daemon Lover)
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Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried he,
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
All for the love of thee

Now I could have married the king's daughter dear
She would have married me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee
For the love... of thee

Now if you could have married the King's daughter dear,
I'm sure you are to blame!
For I am married to a house carpenter
I find him a nice young man.

Oh will you forsake your house carpenter,
and go along with me?
I'll take you where the grass grows green
by the banks of the salt, salt sea

If I forsake my house carpenter
and go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
and keep me from poverty?

Six ships, six ships, all out on the sea
Seven more apon dry land
One hundred and ten brave soldier men
Will be at your command

Then she picked up her own wee babe
And kisses gave him three
said Stay right here with my house carpenter 
and keep him good company

Then she putted on her own rich attire
So glorious to behold
And as she strode upon her way
She shone like the glittering gold
shone like the glittering gold

Now they had been gone about two weeks
I know it was not three
When our dear lady began to weep
she wept most bitterly.

Oh why do you weep my fair pretty love?
Weep for your golden store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
who ne'er you shall see anymore?

I do not weep for my house carpenter,
nor any golden store
I do weep for my own wee babe
who ne'er I shall see anymore

Now they had been gone about three weeks
I know it was not four
When our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank
Ne'er to rise anymore

One time around spun our gallant ship
Two times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea
Sank to the bottom of the sea

What hills, what hills are those my love
Those hills so fair and high?
Why those are the hills of heaven my love
But not for you and I 

What hills, what hills are those my love
Those hills so dark and low?
Why those are the hills of hell my love
Where you and I must go
You and I must go.