William Taylor was a brisk young sailor full of heart and full of play
Till his mind he did uncover to a youthful lady gay
Four and twenty British sailors met him on the king’s highway
As he went for to be married pressed he was and sent away
Folleri-de-dom, de-daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai day
Folleri-de-dom, de-daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai day
Sailor’s clothing she put on and she went on board of a man-o-war
Her pretty little fingers long and slender they were smeared with pitch and tar
On the ship there was a battle she amongst the rest did fight
The wind blew off her silver buttons breasts were bared all snowy white
When the captain did discover he says Fair maid, what brought you here?
Sir, I’m seeking William Taylor. Pressed he was by you last year.
If you rise up in the morning Early at the break of day
There you’ll find young William Taylor Walking with his lady gay
She rose early in the morning Early at the break of day
There she spied young William Taylor Walking with his fine young gay
She procured a pair of pistols On the ground where she did stand
There she shot bold William Taylor And the lady at his right hand