William Taylor

I'll sing you a song about two lovers, who from Lichfield Town they came,
The young man's name was William Taylor; the lady's name was Sarah Gray.

William Taylor had enlisted, for a soldier he has gone,
He has gone and left his own true lover, for to sigh and for to mourn.

Sarah's parents did despise her - filled her heart with grief and woe,
She vowed and said, "I'll find my lover, for a soldier I will go."

She dressed herself in man's apparel; man's apparel she put on,
Then for to seek her own true lover, for to seek him she has gone.

The sergeant major stepped up to her, asking her what brought her there.
"I've come in search of my true lover, who has proved to me severe."

"If his name be William Taylor, William Taylor is not here,
He's lately married a rich young lady, worth ten thousand pounds a year."

"If you rise early in the morning, just before the break of day,
It's there you'll find your William Taylor, walking out with his lady fair."

Then she rose early in the morning, just before the break of day,
And there she spied her William Taylor, walking out with his lady fair.

And then she called for a sword and a pistol, which was brought at her command,
She fired and shot bold William Taylor with his bride at his right hand.

And then the captain stepped up to her horse, well pleased at what she'd done,
He took her and made her commander over the ships and o'er his men.

I'll sing you a song about two lovers, who from Lichfield Town they came,
The young man's name was William Taylor; the lady's name was Sarah Gray.