Trad (arr. Bob Dylan)
Recorded Nov 22, 1961 during the Bob Dylan sessions. Released
on The Bootleg Series 1-3 (1991)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
Dropped D tuning (D-A-d-g-b-e')
The chords, the little figures and the playing style is the same as in numerous other dropped D-tunes from the early days. And as always, there is some variation in the way the descent D - C9 - G/b is executed. Quite often both in the C9 and in the G/b the bass tone is reached by a hammer-on from the open 5th string.
In the third line there is some variation between the verses concerning which bass tones are played. Some verses have the version of the interlude written out below, with only C9 – others have the version of the first verse.
Chords:
D 000232 C9 x30030 (actually Cadd9) G/b x20030
: . . . : . . . : . . : . . . : |-----------------|-----------------|-------------|-2---2-2-2-------|---- |.----3--(3)3-3--.|-----3---3-3-3---|-----3-3-----|-3---3-3-3-------|---- |-----2--(2)2-2---|-----2---2-2-2---|-----0-0-----|-2---2-2-2-------|---- etc. |-----0--(0)0-0---|-----0---0-0-0---|-----0-0-----|-0---------------|-0-- |.----0--(0)0-0--.|-----------------|-0h3-----2---|-0-----------3---|---- |-0---------------|-0---------------|-------------|-0---------------|----
D C9 G/b *) *) the b is often reached
Well met, well met, my own true love by a hammer-on from the
D C G/b D **) open string.
Well met, well met, cried she
D C9 G/b **) : . . . : .
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea |-----2-2-2-------------
D C) G/b D **) |-----3-3-3-------------
And it's all for the love of thee |-----2-2-2-------------
|-----------------0-----etc
I could have married a King's daughter there |-------------3---------
She would have married me |-0---------------------
But I have forsaken my King's daughter there
It's all for the love of thee
Interlude verse (keep strumming the chords): : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|----------------- |-3---------------|-3-------3-------|-2---------------|----------------- |-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|----------------- |-0---------------|-0-------0-------|-0---------------|-0--------------- |-0---------------|-3-------2-------|-0-----------3---|----------------- |-0---------------|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|----------------- |-3---------------|-3-------3-------|-2---------------|----------------- |-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|----------------- |-0---------------|-0-------0-------|-0---------------|----------------- |-0---------------|-3-------2-------|-0---------------|----------------- |-0---------------|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-2---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------|-0--------------- |-3---------------|-3---------------|-3---------------|-3--------------- |-2---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------|-0--------------- |-0---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------|-0--------------- |-0---------------|-0h3-------------|-0h3-------------|-0h3------------- |-0---------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|----------------- |-3---------------|-3-------3-------|-2---------------|----------------- |-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|----------------- |-0---------------|-0-------0-------|-0---------------|-0--------------- |-0---------------|-3-------2-------|-0-----------3---|----------------- |-0---------------|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------
Well, if you could have married a King's daughter there I'm sure you're the one to blame For I am married to a house carpenter And I'm sure he's a fine young man Forsake, forsake your house carpenter And come away with me I'll take you to where the green grass grows On the shores of sunny Italy So up she picked her babies three And gave them kisses, one, two, three Saying "take good care of your daddy while I'm gone And keep him good company." Well, they were sailin' about two weeks I'm sure it was not three When the younger of the girls, she came on deck Sayin' she wants company "Well, are you weepin' for your house and home? Or are you weepin' for your babies three?" "Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter I'm weepin' for my babies three." Oh what are those hills yonder, my love They look as white as snow Those are the hill of heaven, my love You and I'll never know Oh what are those hills yonder, my love They look as dark as night Those are the hills of hell-fire my love Where you and I will unite Oh twice around went the gallant ship I'm sure it was not three When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak And it drifted to the bottom of the sea