okay - it appears Bronson 243.78 should be one of the one's you want at least...

THE SHIP CARPENTER
Sung by clay Walters, Salyersville, Ky 1937

Collected by Alan and Elizabeth Lomax

Well me, well met, my one true love
Long I've been searching for thee
I've been all across the salt roaring sea
And it's all for the sake of thee.

Ph, I could have married the king's daughter fair
She all the same would have had me
But I refused that rich crown of gold
And it's all for the sake of thee

If you could have married the king's duaghter dear
I'm sure that you are to blame
For I wouldn't have my husband to hear tell of thee
For ten thousand pounds of gold.

Oh, I am married to a ship carpenter
And a ship carmenter I obey
And by him I have a little son
Or I would go along with thee.

What have you to maintain me on?
Is it houses, land, gold, and fee?
I've senven loaded ships a-sailing on the sea
Besides the one that brought me to land

She picked up her baby all in her arms
And kissed it sweetlie embraced
and laid it down on a soft bed of down
and bid it go to sleep

As they walked down by the seashore
The water it set running so bold
The sides was lined with silver so bright
And the top was the purest of gold.

As they sailed all on the sea
The music did seem so sweet
She thought of her babe she had left behind
And set herself down to weep.

are you weeping for my gold, said he?
Are you weeping for fee?
Or are you weeping for some other man
That you love far better than me?

I'm not a-weeping for your gold
Neither am I a-weeping for fee
But I'm weeping to return to dry land again
My poor little babe to see.

If you had ten thousand pounds of gold
And would give it all unto me
You never should return to dry land again
Your babe you never will see

What hills, what hills, my own true love,
That look so white like snow?
It's the hills of Heaven, my own true love
Where all righteous people go.

What hills, what hills, my own true love,
that look so dark and low?
It's the hills of Hell, my own true love
where you and I must go.

Straight news, straight news to the ship carpenter
Staright news come back to the land
The ship that his own dear wifee sailed in
Went sinking to the sand.

Sailors may be the worst of men
That lead poor women astray
The sailor has ruined the ship carpenter
By deluding his poor wife away.