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The House Carpenter
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eleanor Tomlinson
Eleanor Tomlinson
Vocals
Paul Dunne
Paul Dunne
Guitar
Andy Pask
Andy Pask
Bass
Skaila Kanga
Skaila Kanga
Harp
Paul Clarvis
Paul Clarvis
Percussion
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Conductor
Ed Cervenka
Ed Cervenka
Dulcimer
Eddie Hession
Eddie Hession
Accordion
Roger Dudley
Roger Dudley
Ukulele
Ross Tomlinson
Ross Tomlinson
Background Vocals
The Chamber Orchestra of London
The Chamber Orchestra of London
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Producer
Roger Dudley
Roger Dudley
Mixing Engineer
Liam Toner
Liam Toner
Executive Producer
Mat Bartram
Mat Bartram
Recording Engineer
Fluid Mastering
Fluid Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

"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" "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" "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 And he is a fine young man" "Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter And come away with me? I'll take you to where the grass grows green To the banks of the salt, salt sea" "Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter And go away with thee What have you got to maintain me on And keep me from poverty?" "I've six ships, sailing on the sold, sold sea Seven more upon dry land One hundred and ten all brave sailor men Will be at your command" 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" Well, they'd not been gone but about two weeks I'm sure it was not three When this poor maid began to weep She wept most bitterly "Oh, why do you weep, my fair young maid? Weep for your golden store? Or do you weep for your house carpenter That never you shall see anymore?" "I do not weep for my house carpenter Nor for any golden store But I do weep for my poor wee babe That never I shall see anymore" They'd not been gone but about three weeks I'm sure it was not four Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank Never to rise anymore "What hills, what hills are those, my love That rise so far and high?" "Those are the hills of heaven, my love But not for you and I" "What hills, what hills are those, my love That sink so dark and low?" "Those are the hills of hell, my love Where you and I must go"
Writer(s): Deborah Cox, Errol Thompson, Mcshee, Renbourn, Jansch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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