Song | William Taylor |
Artist | Martin Carthy |
Album | Shearwater |
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I'll sing you a song of two young lovers, | |
Oh from Lichfield town they came. | |
Oh the young man's name was William Taylor, | |
Sarah Gray was the maiden's name. | |
William Taylor he has enlisted, | |
For a soldier he has gone. | |
And he's gone and he's left his own true lover | |
For to sigh and for to moan. | |
Sarah his parents they abused her, | |
Filled her heart with much grief and woe; | |
And for to seek young William Taylor | |
For a soldier she would go. | |
She dressed herself in man's apparel, | |
Man's apparel she put on; | |
And for to seek young William Taylor | |
For a soldier she has gone. | |
One day as she was exercising, | |
Exercising one, two, three, four with the rest, | |
Oh a silver chain fell down from her waist, | |
Oh then exposed her lily-white breast. | |
The sergeant he stepped up to her | |
Asked her, “Young lady, what brings you here?” | |
“Oh I've come in search of William Taylor | |
Who was pressed from me last year.” | |
“Oh if you come in search of William Taylor, | |
William Taylor he's not here; | |
For I do hear that he's to be married | |
To some lovely lady fair.” | |
“And if you rise early in the morning, | |
Early at the break of day, | |
Oh it's there you'll see your William Taylor | |
Walking out with the ladies gay.” | |
So she rose early in the morning, | |
Early at the break of the very next day; | |
And it's there she's seen her William Taylor | |
Walking out with the ladies gay. | |
She has called for a brace of pistols, | |
A brace of pistols was brought all there to her hand; | |
And she's shot William Taylor | |
With his bride at his right hand. |
I' ll sing you a song of two young lovers, | |
Oh from Lichfield town they came. | |
Oh the young man' s name was William Taylor, | |
Sarah Gray was the maiden' s name. | |
William Taylor he has enlisted, | |
For a soldier he has gone. | |
And he' s gone and he' s left his own true lover | |
For to sigh and for to moan. | |
Sarah his parents they abused her, | |
Filled her heart with much grief and woe | |
And for to seek young William Taylor | |
For a soldier she would go. | |
She dressed herself in man' s apparel, | |
Man' s apparel she put on | |
And for to seek young William Taylor | |
For a soldier she has gone. | |
One day as she was exercising, | |
Exercising one, two, three, four with the rest, | |
Oh a silver chain fell down from her waist, | |
Oh then exposed her lilywhite breast. | |
The sergeant he stepped up to her | |
Asked her, " Young lady, what brings you here?" | |
" Oh I' ve come in search of William Taylor | |
Who was pressed from me last year." | |
" Oh if you come in search of William Taylor, | |
William Taylor he' s not here | |
For I do hear that he' s to be married | |
To some lovely lady fair." | |
" And if you rise early in the morning, | |
Early at the break of day, | |
Oh it' s there you' ll see your William Taylor | |
Walking out with the ladies gay." | |
So she rose early in the morning, | |
Early at the break of the very next day | |
And it' s there she' s seen her William Taylor | |
Walking out with the ladies gay. | |
She has called for a brace of pistols, | |
A brace of pistols was brought all there to her hand | |
And she' s shot William Taylor | |
With his bride at his right hand. |
I' ll sing you a song of two young lovers, | |
Oh from Lichfield town they came. | |
Oh the young man' s name was William Taylor, | |
Sarah Gray was the maiden' s name. | |
William Taylor he has enlisted, | |
For a soldier he has gone. | |
And he' s gone and he' s left his own true lover | |
For to sigh and for to moan. | |
Sarah his parents they abused her, | |
Filled her heart with much grief and woe | |
And for to seek young William Taylor | |
For a soldier she would go. | |
She dressed herself in man' s apparel, | |
Man' s apparel she put on | |
And for to seek young William Taylor | |
For a soldier she has gone. | |
One day as she was exercising, | |
Exercising one, two, three, four with the rest, | |
Oh a silver chain fell down from her waist, | |
Oh then exposed her lilywhite breast. | |
The sergeant he stepped up to her | |
Asked her, " Young lady, what brings you here?" | |
" Oh I' ve come in search of William Taylor | |
Who was pressed from me last year." | |
" Oh if you come in search of William Taylor, | |
William Taylor he' s not here | |
For I do hear that he' s to be married | |
To some lovely lady fair." | |
" And if you rise early in the morning, | |
Early at the break of day, | |
Oh it' s there you' ll see your William Taylor | |
Walking out with the ladies gay." | |
So she rose early in the morning, | |
Early at the break of the very next day | |
And it' s there she' s seen her William Taylor | |
Walking out with the ladies gay. | |
She has called for a brace of pistols, | |
A brace of pistols was brought all there to her hand | |
And she' s shot William Taylor | |
With his bride at his right hand. |