Here's Creighton B from Nova Scotia pre 1950.

The Ship's Carpenter [B] - Sung by Mrs. Charles Kenny, Roman Valley.

1. In far York City, in fair London town
There once lived a damsel whose name was Miss Brown,
A young man he courted long for to be his bride
And him by his trade was a ship's carpenter.

2. Early one morning before it was day
He went to pretty Polly and this he did say,
"Arise pretty Polly and come along with me
Before we'll get married our friends to go see."

3. He led her through mountains and through valleys that was long
Till at length this fair one began for to mourn,
"Oh Jimmie, dearest Jimmie, you are leading me astray
On purpose my innocent life to betray."

4. "It is very true now love what you do say
For I have been digging your grave all last night,"
The grave it lay open, and she standing by,
Which caused this fair one to sigh and to cry.

5. "Oh Jimmie, dear Jimmie, I thought you were mine,
Is this the bride's bed I expected to find?
I'll go and leave this countree all for to set you free,
So pardon my innocent infant and me."

6. "No pardon, no pardon, no pardon," says he,
With this a sharp knife he took in his hand,
He pierced her fair body whilst the blood did down fall
And into her grave her fair body he bore.

7. He covered her over and started for home,
Left none but those small birds her friends for to mourn,
On board of a ship without more delay
And he set sail from Plymouth without more delay.

8. A young man named Stewart with courage so bold
He happened one night for to go down below,
A handsome young damsel before him did appear
And into her arms held an infant so dear.

9. Being early with liquor he went to embrace,
Transported by her charms to behold her strange face,
But to his amazement she then vanished away
Which he told to the captain without more delay.

10. The captain he called all his jolly ship's crew,
"I fear my brave fellows, I feat some of you
Have murdered a damsel before you came on board,
For our ship she is in mourning and cannot sail on."

11. Up comes a sailor and he said it was not him,
Up comes another and he swore bitterlee,
Up comes young Jimmie, and this he did say,
"I vow and declare sir it was not me."

12. Returning from his captain, returning in speed,
He met with pretty Polly which made his heart bleed
She tore him and she dragged him and she tore him in three
For the purpose of murdering her innocently.