General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
General Taylor gained the day

Carry him to his burying ground

Chorus:

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 wa sold Stormy's son

I'd build me a ship of 10, 000 ton
I'd load her down with ale and rum


And every shellback should have some

We dug his grave with a silver spade

His shroud of the finest silk was made

We lowered him down on a golden chain

On every link we carved his name

General Taylor died long ago

He's gone to where the winds don't blow

General Taylor's dead and gone

General Taylor's dead and gone