General Taylor
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CHORUS:
To me way, hey, Stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Way, hey, Stormy
Carry him to his burying ground
General Taylor died long ago
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
He's gone to where the winds don't blow
Carry him to his burying ground
We dug his grave with a silver spade
His shroud of the finest silk was made
We lowered him down on a golden chain
On every link we carved his name
I wish I was old Stormy's son
I'd build me a ship of ten thousand ton
I'd load her down with ale and rum
And every shellback should have some
A tot of rum for every man
And a bottle full for the shanty man