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