Dervish - The Banks Of The Sweet Viledee lyrics

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Well met, well met, my own true love

Well met, my love, by thee

I've just arrived from the salt, salt sea

And it's all for the love of thee

Now I could have married a great king's daughter

And have myself to blame

And it's tons of gold I have refused

And it's all for the love of you, my love

All for the love of you

Well, if you could have married a great king's daughter

You have yourself to blame

Well, I have married my house-carpenter

And I think he's a nice young man

Well, if you do leave you house-carpenter

And come along with me

I'll take you to where the grass grows green

On the banks of the Sweet Viledee, my love

Banks of the Sweet Viledee

If I was to leave my house-carpenter

And go along with thee

What have you there to support me with

And keep me from slavery?

Well, I have six ships now sailing out

And seven more on sea

Three hundred and ten all jolly sailsmen

All to wait on thee, my love

All for to wait on thee

She dressed her baby all neat and clean

And gave him kisses three

Saying, "Stay, stay here, my darling baby boy

With you father for company"

She dressed herself in a suit of red

And her maiden waist was green

And every town they passed by

They took her to be some queen, my love

Took her to be some queen

They were not two days out at sea

And I'm sure they were not three

When this fair maid began to weep

And she wept most bitterly

My curse, my curse, and all sailsmen

Who brought me out on sea

And deprived me of my house-carpenter

On the banks of the Sweet Viledee, my love

Banks of the Sweet Viledee

They were not three days out at sea

And I'm sure they were not four

When this fair maid disappeared from the deck

And she sank to rise no more, my love

Sank to rise no more