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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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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 old 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,
Carry him to his burying ground.
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,
Carry him to his burying ground.
We dug his grave with a silver spade,
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
His shroud of the finest silk was made,
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.
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,
Carry him to his burying ground.
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,
Carry him to his burying ground.