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Fairport Convention

General Taylor

General Taylor gained the day

Walk him along, John, carry him along

General Taylor gained the day

Carry him to his burying ground

To me way, hey, hey Stormy

Walk him along, John, carry him along

Way, hey, hey, Stormy

Carry him to his burying ground

I wish I was sold Stormy's son

Walk him along, John, carry him along

I'd build me a ship of ten thousand ton

Carry him to his burying ground

To me way, hey, hey Stormy

Walk him along, John, carry him along

Way, hey, hey, Stormy

I'd load her down with ale and rum

Walk him along, John, carry him along

And every shellback should have some

Carry him to his burying ground

To me way, hey, hey Stormy

Walk him along, John, carry him along

Way, hey, hey, Stormy

We dug his grave with a silver spade

Walk him along, John, carry him along

His shroud of the finest silk was made

To me way, hey, hey Stormy

Walk him along, John, carry him along

Way, hey, hey, Stormy

We lowered him down on a golden chain

Walk him along, John, carry him along

On every link we carved his name

Carry him to his burying ground

To me way, hey, hey Stormy

Walk him along, John, carry him along

Way, hey, hey, Stormy

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

To me way, hey, hey Stormy

Walk him along, John, carry him along

Way, hey, hey, Stormy