Bilge Pumps General Taylor
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
