"William Taylor" गीत

Willie Taylor was a brisk young sailor,
Full of mirth and full of play.
To the church they went together,
Dressed in silks and rich array.

The bells were ringing, the birds were singing,
To the church they went straightway.
In· come twenty brisk young sailors,
Pressed my Willie far from me.

A short time after this fair one followed,
Went in the name of rich apparel,
With her soft hands and splendid fingers
All to endure pitch and tar.

Now she is on the main-yard reefing,
Doing her duty among the rest.
As soon as her waistcoat did blow open
The captain saw her lily-white breast.

As soon as the captain came to see it,
What misfortunes have brought you here?
I'm in the search of my own true lover,
He who first I loved so dear.

Are you in search of your own true lover?
Tell to me his name, I pray.
Some do call him Willie Taylor,
Seven long years he has gone from me [away?].

You should rise early next morning,
This in honour of break of day,
There you'll see young Willie Taylor
Exporting [sporting?] with his lady gay.

A case of pistols she did call for,
They were already granted at her command.
She fired and shot young Willie Taylor,
Standing with his bride at his right hand.

As soon as the captain came to hear it,
What misfortune have you done?
I'll make you my first lieutenant
Of a ship nine hundred tons.

Now she's on the ocean sailing,
And sailing with her broadsword in hand,
And every time she makes a motion
They do tremble at her command.