歌词
William Taylor was a brisk young sailor
Once he courted me most every day
But a little before we could get married
Pressed he was, and sent away
Five long years I waited for him
I thought him either dead or drowned
"If he's alive, I'll love him dearly,"
"And if he's dead, for him I'll mourn."
I dressed myself in mans' apparrel
Boldly boarded a Man-of-War
With my lily-white hands and my long, small fingers
Dabbling in the pitch and tar
When we reached the field of battle
There I fought all with the rest
But the wind being high blew my waistcoat apparel
And there they spied my lily-white breasts
As soon as the captain, he did see me
Said he, "What wind hath blown you here?"
"I've come to seek my dearest William Taylor,"
"You've pressed the man I love so dear."
"If William Taylor is your true lover,"
"Well, a false-hearted man is he,"
"For tomorrow morning he's going to be married,"
"To some lady of this land."
"If you rise early in the morning,"
"Early, by the break of day,"
"Then you will find your dearest William Taylor,"
"Walking with some lady, gay."
So I rose early in the morning
Early, by the break of day
And there I found my dearest William Taylor
Walking with some lady, gay
I boldly called for a brace of pistols
Which were brought at my command
And there I shot my dearest William Taylor
With his bride at his right hand