General Taylor

General Taylor gained a day,

Walk him along John, carry him along,

Oh General Taylor gained a day,

Carry him to his burying ground,

Singin’ “way hey Stormy!”

Walk him along John, carrying him along,

Singin’ “way hey Stormy!”

Carry him to his burying ground

I wish I was old Stormy’s son,

Walk him along John, carry him along,

I’d build a ship ten thousand tonne,

Carry him to his burying ground,

We’d load it up, with ale & rum,

Walk him along John, carry him along,

That every shellback should have some,

Carry him to his burying ground,

We’ll dig his grave with a silver spade,

Walk him along John, carry him along,

His shroud of finest silk is made,

Carry him to his burying ground,

We’ll lower him down on a golden chain,

Walk him along John, carry him along,

On every link, we’ll carve his name,

Carry him to his burying ground,

Oh General Taylor’s dead & gone,

Walk him along John, carry him along,

Oh General Taylor’s dead & gone,

Carry him to his burying ground