Seems to be this one, Mrs. M. G. Jacobs, Wisc., 13 verses, 243, 88.

"WELL MET, WELL MET, MY OLD TRUE LOVE"

Well met, well met, my old true love,
Well met, well met, said he.
I have just returned from the salt, salt sea;
And 'twas all for the sake of thee,
And 'twas all for the sake of thee.

I once could have married a king's daughter fair,
And she would have married me.
But I refused that rich crown of gold,
And it's all for the sake of thee.

If you could have married a king's daughter fair
I'm sure you're much to blame,
For I am married to a house carpenter,
And I think he's a fine young man.

If you'll forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me,
I will take you where the grass grows green,
{On the banks of the Sweet Willee}
{On the banks of the Sweet Liberty.}

If I forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee,
What have you got for my support,
And to keep me from slavery?

I have six ships sailing on the sea,
The seventh one at land,
And if you'll come and go with me
They shall be at your command.

She took her babe into her arms
And gave it kisses three,
Saying, Stay at home, my pretty little babe
For to keep your father company.

She dressed herself in rich array
To exceed all others in the town,
And as she walked the streets around
She shone like a glittering crown.

They had not been on board more than two weeks,
I'm sure it was not three,
Until she began to weep
And she wept most bitterly.

Are you weeping for your houses and your land,
Or are you weeping for your store,
Or are you weeping for your house carpenter
You never shall see any more?

I'm not weeping for my house nor my land,
Nor I'm not weeping for my store,
But I'm weeping for my pretty little babe
I never shall see any more.

They had not been on board more than three weeks,
It was not four I'm sure,
Until at length the ship sprung a leak,
And she sank to arise no more.

A curse, a curse to all sea men!
A curse to a sailor's life!
For they have robbed me of my house carpenter
And taken away my life.

Good riddance, I say.