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Well, General Taylor gained the day,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Well, General Taylor he gained the day,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
We'll dig his grave with a silver spade,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
His shroud of the finest silk will be made,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
We'll lower him down on a golden chain,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
On every inch we'll carve his name,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
General Taylor he's all the go,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
General Taylor he's dead and he's gone,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Well, General Taylor he's long dead and gone,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Tell me way, hey, you Stormy,
Carry him to his bury'n ground.
