32 - General Taylor
Words by TraditionalTune by Traditional
General Taylor’s dead and gone
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Oh, General Taylor’s dead and gone
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hey, you Stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
To me way hey, you Stormy
Carry him to his burying ground
Oh I wish that I was old Stormy’s son
I’d build him a ship o’ ten thousand tons
To me way hey, you Stormy…
I’d load her down with ale and rum
And every shellback should have some
Oh we dug his grave with a silver spade
His shroud of the softest silk were made
We lowered him down on a golden chain
At every link we shouted his name
Oh, General Taylor fought in the fray
And General Taylor gained the day