Willie Taylor Lyrics
| Song | Willie Taylor |
| Artist | Uncle Earl |
| Album | She Waits For Night |
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| Willie Taylor and his youthful lover, | |
| Full of mirth and loyalty, | |
| They were going to the church to be married, | |
| He was pressed and sent on sea. | |
| Dolly dilly dum dilly dum dum day | |
| She dressed herself up like a sailor | |
| On her breast she wore a star | |
| Her lovely fingers long and slender | |
| She gave them all just a smear of tar. | |
| Dolly | |
| On the ship there being a skirmish | |
| She was one amongst the rest | |
| A silver button flew off her jacket | |
| There appeared her snow-white breast. | |
| Dolly | |
| Said the captain to this fair maid | |
| What misfortune has took you here | |
| I'm in search of my true lover, | |
| Who you pressed on the other year. | |
| Dolly | |
| If you're in search of your true lover | |
| Tell me what might be his name | |
| Willie Taylor's what they call him, | |
| But Fitzgerald is his name. | |
| Dolly | |
| If you'll get up tomorrow morning | |
| Early as the break of day | |
| There you'll spy your Willie Taylor | |
| Walking along with a lady gay. | |
| Dolly | |
| So she got up the very next morning | |
| Early as the break of day | |
| And there she spied her Willie Taylor | |
| Walking along with a lady gay. | |
| Dolly | |
| So she pulled out a brace of pistols | |
| That she had at her command | |
| And there she shot her Willie Taylor | |
| With his bride at his right hand. | |
| Dolly | |
| When the captain came to hear | |
| Of the deed that she had done | |
| He made her a ship's commander | |
| Over a vessel for the Isle of Man. | |
| Dolly |
| Willie Taylor and his youthful lover, | |
| Full of mirth and loyalty, | |
| They were going to the church to be married, | |
| He was pressed and sent on sea. | |
| Dolly dilly dum dilly dum dum day | |
| She dressed herself up like a sailor | |
| On her breast she wore a star | |
| Her lovely fingers long and slender | |
| She gave them all just a smear of tar. | |
| Dolly | |
| On the ship there being a skirmish | |
| She was one amongst the rest | |
| A silver button flew off her jacket | |
| There appeared her snowwhite breast. | |
| Dolly | |
| Said the captain to this fair maid | |
| What misfortune has took you here | |
| I' m in search of my true lover, | |
| Who you pressed on the other year. | |
| Dolly | |
| If you' re in search of your true lover | |
| Tell me what might be his name | |
| Willie Taylor' s what they call him, | |
| But Fitzgerald is his name. | |
| Dolly | |
| If you' ll get up tomorrow morning | |
| Early as the break of day | |
| There you' ll spy your Willie Taylor | |
| Walking along with a lady gay. | |
| Dolly | |
| So she got up the very next morning | |
| Early as the break of day | |
| And there she spied her Willie Taylor | |
| Walking along with a lady gay. | |
| Dolly | |
| So she pulled out a brace of pistols | |
| That she had at her command | |
| And there she shot her Willie Taylor | |
| With his bride at his right hand. | |
| Dolly | |
| When the captain came to hear | |
| Of the deed that she had done | |
| He made her a ship' s commander | |
| Over a vessel for the Isle of Man. | |
| Dolly |
| Willie Taylor and his youthful lover, | |
| Full of mirth and loyalty, | |
| They were going to the church to be married, | |
| He was pressed and sent on sea. | |
| Dolly dilly dum dilly dum dum day | |
| She dressed herself up like a sailor | |
| On her breast she wore a star | |
| Her lovely fingers long and slender | |
| She gave them all just a smear of tar. | |
| Dolly | |
| On the ship there being a skirmish | |
| She was one amongst the rest | |
| A silver button flew off her jacket | |
| There appeared her snowwhite breast. | |
| Dolly | |
| Said the captain to this fair maid | |
| What misfortune has took you here | |
| I' m in search of my true lover, | |
| Who you pressed on the other year. | |
| Dolly | |
| If you' re in search of your true lover | |
| Tell me what might be his name | |
| Willie Taylor' s what they call him, | |
| But Fitzgerald is his name. | |
| Dolly | |
| If you' ll get up tomorrow morning | |
| Early as the break of day | |
| There you' ll spy your Willie Taylor | |
| Walking along with a lady gay. | |
| Dolly | |
| So she got up the very next morning | |
| Early as the break of day | |
| And there she spied her Willie Taylor | |
| Walking along with a lady gay. | |
| Dolly | |
| So she pulled out a brace of pistols | |
| That she had at her command | |
| And there she shot her Willie Taylor | |
| With his bride at his right hand. | |
| Dolly | |
| When the captain came to hear | |
| Of the deed that she had done | |
| He made her a ship' s commander | |
| Over a vessel for the Isle of Man. | |
| Dolly |
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