Tim O'brien Demon Lover
Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried he
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the sake of thee
I've come for the vows that 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've born two fine sons
For 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
With four and twenty bold mariners
And music on every hand
It was then she went to her two little babes
She 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 altered grew his countinence
And a raging came over the sea
When they reached the shore again
On the far side of the sea
It was there she spied his cloven hoof
And wept most bitterly
Oh what is that mountain yon she cried
So dreary with ice and with snow
It is the mountain of hell he cried
Where you and I now will go
