Willy 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 herself up like a sailor On her breast she wore a star Her beautiful fingers long and slender She gave them all just a smear of tar
On this ship there being a skirmish She being one amongst the rest A silver button flew off her jacket There appeared her snow white breast
Says the captain to this fair maid "What misfortune took you here?" "I'm in search of my true lover Whom you pressed on the other year"
"If you're in search of your true lover Pray, come tell to me his name" "Willie Taylor they do call him But Fitzgerald is his name"
"Let you get up tomorrow morning Early as the break of day There you'll find your Willie Taylor Walking along with his lady gay"
She got up the very next morning Early as the break of day There she spied her Willie Taylor Walking along with his lady gay
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 handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
