"Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met," cried he
"I just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the sake of thee
I've come for the vow you promised me
To be my partner in life"
She said, "My vows you must forgive
For now I'm a wedded wife"
"Yes, I have married a house carpenter
To him I bore two fine sons
It's seven long years since you sailed to the west
And I took you for dead and gone"
"If I was to leave my husband, dear
And my two babies also
Just what have you to take me to
If with you I should now go?"
"I have seven ships out upon the sea
And the eighth one that brought me to land
And four and twenty bold mariners
And music on every hand"
It was then she went to her two little babes
And kissed them on cheek and on chin
Saying, "Fare thee well, my sweet little ones
I'll never see you again"
They had not sailed much more than a week
I know that it was not three
When Lothar grew his countenance
And the raging came over the sea
And when they reached the shoal again
On the far side of the sea
It was there that she spied his cloven hoof
And wept most bitterly
"Oh, what is that mountain, young?" she cried
"So dreary with ice and with snow?"
"It is the mountain of Hell," he cried
"There you and I now will go"
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