| William Taylor was a brisk young sailor
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| Full of heart and full of play
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| Till his mind he did uncover
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| To a youthful lady gay
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| Four and twenty British sailors
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| Met him on the king’s highway
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| As he went for to be married
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| Pressed he was and sent away
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| Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
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| Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
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| Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
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| Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
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| Sailor’s clothing she put on
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| And she went on board as a man-o-war
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| Her pretty little fingers long and slender
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| They were smeared with pitch and tar
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| On the ship there was a battle
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| She amongst the rest did fight
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| The wind blew off her silver buttons
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| Breasts were bared all snowy white
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| When the captain did discover
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| He said Fair maid, what brought you here?
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| Sir, I‘m seeking William Taylor
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| Pressed he was by you last year
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| If you rise up in the morning
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| Early at the break of day
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| There you’ll find young William Taylor
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| Walking with his lady gay
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| She rose early in the morning
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| Early at the break of day
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| There she spied young William Taylor
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| Walking with his lady gay
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| She procured a pair of pistols
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| On the ground where she did stand
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| There she shot bold William Taylor
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| And the lady at his right hand |