"Willie Taylor" lyrics
"Willie Taylor"
Willie Taylor and his youthful lover, full of mirth and loyalty
They were going to the church to be married; he was pressed and sent to sea
She dressed in sailor's clothing, boarded on a man o' war
For to find the life they'd stolen, and the man she did adore
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Said the captain to this fair maid, "What misfortune brought you here?"
"I'm in search of my true lover, whom you pressed on the other year."
"If he is your true lover, he has proved to you untrue
He is married to another, left you here alone to rue."
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
She got up the very next morning, early as the break of day
There she spied her Willie Taylor, walking along with his new fair maid
She drew out a brace of pistols that she had at her command
There she shot her Willie Taylor, with his bride at his right hand
When the captain found her, and the deed that she had done
He made her a chief commander over a ship and a hundred men
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Willie Taylor and his youthful lover, full of mirth and loyalty
He is buried, cold and lonesome, she still sails the open seas
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum
Dally dilly dum dilly dum dum day
Writer(s): Andrew Robert Yates, Jonathan Michael Peter Darley, Robert James Alexander Sattin
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